Quentin toppled
over himself as he struggled to find his balance on the top of the roof. More
and more often he was having blackouts that landed him in precarious places. As
he peered over the edge, he recognized one of the buildings several blocks over
and knew immediately that he was in LA, but he had no idea how he got there. He
brushed the dust from his knees and elbows and took the stairs down to the main
entrance.
"Good day
Sir," the doorman said with familiarity.
"And a good
day to you," Quentin replied.
The sunburned
through his foggy sense of himself as he crossed the street to the coffee shop.
"I'd like a…"
"Oh, I know
what you like Mr. Spradley, three shots of espresso with no frills," the barista
said as he turned to put the coffee on the counter for him.
"Thank
you," Quentin pulled the coffee to his mouth hoping that as he woke, this Twilight Zone feeling would dissipate.
Quentin knew the
streets of LA and he particularly enjoyed sitting on the grass in front of the
High School, though he had been chased off a time or two for being suspicious,
and with good reason, a man of his age ought to find a better place to hang out
than in front of the high school. Still, it was a place that was somewhat quiet
during the daylight hours in a city that always had an undercurrent of activity
going on. If it looked like he would be chased off, he would transfer to the
Library across the street.
Quentin finished
his coffee and things were starting to feel a bit more real to him. Though he
could not shake the nagging feeling that he was supposed to be doing something
important. He dropped the coffee cup into a trash bin and headed downtown. Just
before he rounded the corner on West Pine, he heard a child cry. The hair on
the back of his neck stood up, but he could not see anyone in distress. His
whole body began to tingle, he felt that Twilight
Zone feeling coming back. A bright red SUV turned the corner, at the same
time a woman driving a little blue Prius had a heart attack and stepped on the
gas. There was an infant in the backseat crying. Quentin's mouth formed the
words "STOP" but neither driver could hear him. He ran into the
middle of the road just as the cars struck each other. He did not have time to
realize that even though he was standing in the middle of mashed metal, his
body was not harmed. He unbuckled the infant, and tucked him into his arms, "loosening
his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and
flew" (Les Grossman) the infant to safety.
You kept me guessing throughout the whole piece. I like what you did with the prompt, adding your own flare at the end. I can see this as a whole series of stories.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tara, for checking it out. It would be fun to develop this character into a series. I appreciate your feedback a lot.
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That was really interesting - it was a cool story on its own, but I would also be happy to see a continuation. Is he a vampire, a superhero, a god, what is he?!?!
ReplyDeleteHi Shannon, You and Tara are encouraging me to develop this one further, that's fun for me to think about. Usually I keep my challenge posts to one self-contained story, and the developments come without relaying them publicly, but I may break my own code and give this one a whirl for challenges. Thank you either way for stopping by and enjoying it. Writing with an audience is always more fun. :-)
DeleteI concur that this should be more. it's got epic written all through it. My apologies that I am so late in getting around.
ReplyDeleteThanks SAM
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