This week Write at the Merge asked us to either Pitch a TV pilot or write an unusual back story. Trifecta gave us the third definition of
How They Met
A nice bottle of a cheap Chilean red is what she needed. It had been one of those days. One of those weeks. One of those lives. The kind you wish you weren’t living. She saw a book the other day titled: Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff. Yeah, she thought heavily, it is all small stuff, but just like the two decades of clutter piled up in her mom’s hall closet it’s hard to deal with when it all piles up on you.
Lisa was just coming home from another long day at her boring job. It was a long way from her mom, a self-described homemaker. Yet, was it more worthwhile? The future is a promise that things will improve. Yet nothing ever changes. It’s always more of the same. Fear and anxiety doesn’t bring change. Lisa reflected on that thought as she soaked in the tub with a glass of wine. Afterwards, she applied a mixture of mashed avocado, crushed almonds, honey and sugar to her face.
When the bottle of wine was almost finished the doorbell startled her.
Who is it, she asked at the door.
Your new neighbor, came the reply. I was wondering if you had any power? Mine is out. The words drifted in from the other side of the door.
She hadn’t even turned on a light or the TV. Lisa looked over at her alarm clock which was just a blank screen.
I think my power is out too.
Through the peephole she saw him. She opened the door.
Hi, I’m Rob. I have a flashlight. He grinned a million dollar smile as he shook the flashlight for emphasis.
I’m Lisa. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest with that flash of white teeth.
He extended his hand. Lisa’s hands flew up to her face. She had forgotten she still had the mask on her face.
I like it. There was that smile again. Green is a good color on you