What is Meant to Be - A short Story

What is Meant to Be

“Name please?”

He liked the job, although it was not the adrenalin-driven and exciting occupation of running a construction crew with both a deadline and budget to control. But that was last year, and now he was retired. Sort of.

“Mary Hobson Mathews” The voice was soft and a little timid. “The Hobson part is actually my maiden name. It was just getting popular to do that back in the late sixties, when I married, and I thought it was cool!” His fingers paused on the keyboard. Mary Hobson? The Mary Hobson?

He glanced at her for a moment and smiled, putting her at ease. She smiled back, and her tired looking face lit up for a moment. His mind swiftly smoothed out her wrinkles and lifted the sagging features. Was it really her? Her eyes were a brilliant green. Yes. He was almost sure of it.

“Place of birth?” It was not a question on the form, and he could see Betsy’s curious glance as she looked his way. He ignored it, so she turned back to resume asking the patient in front of her questions off the same form.

“Oh, I was born right here in Phoenix! I moved to California in the mid sixties, but this will always be home. I’m glad to be back, although I don’t like being in a hospital. I’m here for some heart tests.” She was smiling again, and he was sure that it was her.

“Date of birth?” He was inputting the answer before she gave it. “January fifth, nineteen forty-seven.” He had never forgotten that. In fact, he had never forgotten thousands of little things about Mary Hobson.

He checked off the remainder of the list, and had her sign the admittance form. He instantly recognized the handwriting, even after almost forty years. Mary Hobson was seated across from him, and she did not realize who he was. Or maybe she had forgotten who he was. After all, it was some forty years ago.

He had been cruising Central alone in his cherry red, 1927 T-Bucket, when he turned into Bob’s Big Boy for a coke and a burger. It was the place where everyone hung out, and a great place to pick up a chick to fill the empty seat. It was a great life, but he never got serious with anyone. He was having too much fun. That was about to change

He spotted an empty slot, and was almost there when a girl suddenly stepped out from behind a ’58 Chevy Impala directly into his path. He stopped with a foot to spare, and was going to yell at her when he realized that she was crying. She wiped her eyes and glanced his way, seeing him for the first time. His rescue instincts kicked in and he motioned her to the empty seat. She shook her head no and started to walk off when she stopped and looked back at him. She seemed to make up her mind, and smiled through her tears. She got in beside him.

In those few seconds, David Pearson fell in love for the first and last time in his life. She was a green eyed blond, and the hip huggers she was wearing accentuated her curves to the point of taking his breath away. But it was her sudden smile that took his heart on the ride of a lifetime.

She was pretty, and quite attractive, but not a classic beauty. Her pert nose was not long enough for that, and she was a little too well put together to ever be considered model material, but to David, she was stunning.

“May I?” She indicated his rear view mirror, and he nodded. She dug in her purse for her makeup, and swiftly repaired the tear-damage. He decided to cruise a little while longer, and eased the hot rod back on to Central.

“Sorry about all that. I just broke up with my boyfriend, because I caught him with Joy Andrews. Do you know her? Most boys do by now.” She made a face, and he laughed.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve only been here for about a month. I’m from Indiana.”

“Oh, my mom came from Indiana. My dad was stationed at Luke and she came out here to marry him. I was born here. This is a really cool car!”

Her tears were forgotten and her natural joy of life took over. She smiled over at him, and his heart soared.

They came to a red light and stopped next to a jacked-up ’57 Chevy. David saw the big cheater slicks on the rear wheels, and wondered whether they were there for looks or for function. The slight shaking of the hood and the deep rumble from the side pipes gave him his answer. This guy was for real.

The driver looked over at David, and blipped the throttle a couple of times. He was being challenged. He looked all around for cops, but hesitated. Dragging on Central was a big fine if you got caught, and his license was clean. Then Mary made up his mind.

“Can you beat him?” Her eyes were glowing with excitement. “Sure you can! Let’s show him our taillights!”

He saw the yellow light come on for the opposing traffic, and got set. He was known back in Indiana for his fast reaction time at the track, and sometimes he was even accused of cheating the start flag, but he was simply very fast. He tensed, and then the light changed to green. He was almost half a car length ahead of the ’57 before he heard its engine roar.

He held full throttle just long enough to claim victory and then clamped down hard on the brakes, making a screeching left on Osborn, and then a hard right into a self serve gas station. He was out and already pumping gas when the first police cruiser idled by, both officers eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded at them, and Mary put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. He was lucky and he knew it. From now on, he was a marked man, and the cops would be waiting.

After that, David and Mary were steady dates, and he was deeply in love. However, and although they became more than just friends, she never seemed to totally commit herself to him. When he told her he loved her, she smiled and kissed him, usually saying, “Me too’. But she never simply said, “I love you, David.”

Then one hot Phoenix night just about a year later, Mary announced that she was going to California to ‘find herself’. She had a girlfriend there who had an apartment and a job waiting, and she wanted to try new things. David was devastated, but he had come to love her deeply, and he knew better than to try to clip her wings, nor did he want to. Her need to fly free was a big part of what he loved about her.

She promised to stay in touch, but after she kissed him lightly and drove away, he never saw nor heard from her again. Until now.

He met and married Delores, and they had three daughters. Although he was happy with his marriage and content with his life, he never again loved anyone like he had loved Mary. It was once in a lifetime joy, and now, she was sitting not two feet away. Delores had passed away two years ago.

He picked up another form. “Marital status?”

“I’m a widow. My husband died years ago. He had cancer.” She dug in her purse and dabbed at her eyes. ‘He was a fine man, and he could have had anyone.” David glanced at her. Was that self-reproach? He got his answer almost immediately.

“I never got over someone I once knew here in Phoenix.” She looked at her hands. “Now why on Earth did I tell you that? I guess I’m getting old and foolish.”

He was stunned. Was she talking about him? Had she realized who he was? No. She had not, that much he was sure of. He looked at the form and was about to ask the next question when he heard a gasp. Mary was grasping at her chest and all the color had drained from her face. Then she simply collapsed out of the chair and on to the floor.

He got up and raced around the counter. Behind him, he could hear Betsy yelling in the phone that there was a Code Blue in admitting, and then it was blaring on the PA. He checked her pulse but couldn’t find any, so he began CPR. Less than a minute later, the crash cart showed up with a large team, and he was gently pushed aside.

A respiratory nurse placed a mask over Mary’s face and began bagging her while a doctor unceremoniously cut open her blouse and also cut her bra away. David looked away, suddenly embarrassed, but not before spotting the little red birthmark Mary had always hated. The last little bit of doubt suddenly vanished. The doctor slapped the automated external defibrillator pads on her bare chest, and then so many people surrounded her that she disappeared from David’s view.

In a few moments, Mary’s heart began beating again, and she was rolled off to the cardiovascular ICU. David finished up the forms the best he could, and excused himself. He was suddenly feeling his age, and he needed to take a break.

...

“Did you know her?” Betsy didn’t miss much. David nodded and took a sip of coffee. She had followed him to the break room and sat at his table.

“I used to date her years ago. She’s much older now so I didn’t recognize her right away, but when I heard her name, I looked closer, and it was her. I don’t think she knows who I am.” He took another sip.

“She said she never got over someone she knew here in Phoenix. I don’t know who she meant. Maybe it’s me.”

Betsy took a bite of sandwich and watched him. “There’s no next of kin listed, so maybe you can visit her instead. Go on up to CV ICU and tell your story. It’s worth a try.”

...

The nurse looked up and noted his employee badge. “I’m David Pearson from admitting. I was the one who was handling her case when she collapsed. I’m checking on her.”

“Are you the one who administered immediate CPR?” He nodded. “You may have made all the difference. She’s sedated and unaware, but she’s resting well. She’ll get some stents tomorrow.” She patted his hand. “It’s sweet of you to take an interest in someone you don’t even know.” David looked at her for a long moment and began to speak.

...

The two nurses watched as David held Mary’s hand and spoke softly to her. It was almost three in the morning, and he had been there all night. The story had been whispered all over CV ICU, and even the most hard bitten of the nurses had a lump in her throat as she watched the drama unfolding at bed five. At last, David rose. He stood there for a moment looking down on her and then pressed his lips to her hand. He placed it gently under the blanket, and walked to the nurses’ station.

“I’ll be going home now. I’m very tired. Thank you for allowing me to sit with her.” He walked slowly away.

...

“Well, now, I see you are finally back with us. You’ve had a rough couple of days.” Mary tried to speak but her throat was raw. “That’s from being intubated. You’ve had a heart attack, and some stents inserted. The good news is you’re doing well. The doctor will be in later to discuss it with you.”

“I had the strangest dream.” Her voice was raspy. “I came back to Phoenix to see if I could find the only man I ever truly loved, and I dreamed he was here talking to me. It seemed so real.”

Tears were welling in the nurse’s eyes. “It wasn’t a dream. The man who talked to you in admitting was David Pearson, and he sat up with you almost all night. He says he knows you from years ago. Is he the man you were looking for?”

Mary stared at the nurse, her mind racing. “Oh my Lord! That’s why he looked so familiar when he was asking me all those questions. Why didn’t I realize? Of course that was David! Now I can see his face plain as day! How could I have missed it?”

The nurse made a face. “Well, when you are having a heart attack my dear, it’s a little difficult to concentrate on anything else.”

“I want him to come see me! I can’t believe I found him! And while he was talking to me, he told me that his wife was also gone. He’s a widower. I remember that part distinctly.”

...

“This is Admitting. Harold speaking.”

“Hi Harold. I’d like to speak to David Pearson if he’s available.”

There was a long pause.

“Who’s calling please?”

“This is Janet in CV ICU. I’m an RN.”

“Are you a relative?

“No. I’m calling for a patient who knows him and wants him to come see her. Is that a problem?”

“I’m afraid that it’s not possible. David was involved in a traffic accident early this morning down on Central. He did not survive. The cops think the kid who hit him was drag racing.

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Angela Blair 3 years ago from Central Texas

Good Lord what a story, my friend! I loved every minute of it but never suspected the ending. Again, excellent writing -- congrats! Best/Sis


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

I was thinking Karma, Angela!


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Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Oh my, now I am going to cry. Beautiful writing and story.


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G-Ma Johnson 3 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

You are something else, short of Perfect...Loved it loved it loved it. God Bless...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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Old Poolman 3 years ago from Rural Arizona

WillStarr - I'm starting to suspect that you may have invented the word "Twist." I loved the story but sure didn't see the twist coming in this one. Gosh, you might have at least had them get reacquainted, then killed both of them in a car crash with a drag racer. Very sad ending but I loved the story.


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drbj 3 years ago from south Florida

O. Henry had better look to his laurels, Will. This one is brilliant! Trust me.


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Sunshine625 3 years ago from Orlando, FL

Wow WillStarr...Another amazing story. Word for word!


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David Warren 3 years ago from Nevada

Now and then but never often I read a novel that impresses me enough to become engrossed to the point of feeling mind separated from body, mesmerizing I guess would be the word I'm seeking. But never has a short story replicated that effect. Never before today that is!


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Patriette 3 years ago from Las Vegas, NV

You're just too good, Will... voted Up and Awesome!!


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aguasilver 3 years ago from Malaga, Spain

Cruel twist to this one... unrequited love.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Don't cry, Becky, and thank you!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, G-Ma! You are the best!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

LOL@Mike!

The twist came to me halfway through the story.

I came to Phoenix in 1962, and I loved cruising Central in my own hot rod. It was a real American Graffiti.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Wow! Thank you, drbj!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Sunshine!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Wow! Thank you, David for a super comment!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Patriette!

I'd love to hear more from you. How about a Hub on your little Kenyan lady?


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, John.

Maybe some things are just not meant to be.


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torrilynn 3 years ago

willstar, really beautiful story here i absolutely love the twist that you included at the end. voted up.


Ghaelach 3 years ago

Hi Will.

Got as far as David asking Mary about her marital status, and that was it shortly after my eyes filled up and I was sniffing like a little girl with a broken doll.

That's just the way I am. My wife says my heart is to big and my tear ducts are always full to the brim and overflowing.

Brilliant story, but very sad. How often does this sort of thing happen.

UP and sharing.

LOL Ghaelach


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FitnezzJim 3 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

Oh man, I couldn't beleive the reactions I had. The first at the phrase 'David looked at her for a long moment and began to speak...'. I could feel the indecision and the heartbreak as David considered whether to tell the story. The second was at the phrase 'Were you a relative?' and I thought to myself 'Dammit'. Then I finished and said to myself 'I should know by now to expect a a twist. This is a Will Starr Story.'

It might be your best.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you for reading, torrilynn!

BTW, I read your Hub on shortcake. Sounds great!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Ghaelach!

I was crying as I wrote it!

^_*


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, Jim!

Sometimes life just doesn't work out the way we want it. This was one of those times.


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Randy Godwin 3 years ago from Southern Georgia

Great tale as always, Will! The drag racing scene brought back many memories of my youth as I used to love the exhilaration of the illegal contest. Cool pics of the cars too!

--RG


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Ginn Navarre 3 years ago

Hey you ole romanic. "No matter how far we go in life, we always remember that FIRST LOVE."

Yes, another great one ---my talented friend!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Randy. I was once part of that scene on Central. Sadly, most of today's boys have lost interest in such things.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Ginn!

For David, Mary was his only true love.


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Amy Becherer 3 years ago from St. Louis, MO

I hate myself when I cry...but, Will, you are the best storyteller I know and this has all the makings of the best of "Hallmark". It has the realism and emotional appeal that would make a great film. I see the leading characters as "Hollywood" but aging naturally, without the plastic surgery. I remember another touching 'first but true love story' starring Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty in Splendor in the Grass. Like real life, it didn't turn out the way they wanted. They went on, but not together. I really wanted Mary and David to have their second chance, but as in real life, their moment in the sun was not destined to be. You write powerful stories, Will. Each one leaves me thinking. Each one deserves a standing ovation. Masterfully awesome, Will.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Wow! Thank you, Amy.


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Amy Becherer 3 years ago from St. Louis, MO

My ex from many years ago, who built a racecar in collaboration with his dad (head mechanic at the local Chyrsler dealership), paid for college, winning drag races at TriCity Speedway. He used to enthrall the neighborhood kids with the videos of the races he participated in. Those were the days!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Amy, and thanks for the comment.

My youngest has all sorts of trophies from his bracket racing days. He used to own the only twin-turbocharged Mustang in America (But not for long! There are all kinds today).

It was a scary fast street legal car, but the transmission did not like all that power, so he pulled the system and sold it.

When we drove to Arizona, it was in my '53 Studebaker, powered by a 283 Chevy and a Cadillac-LaSalle transmission. It was fast, but qualified as a 'sleeper', because it looked docile!


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Amy Becherer 3 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Wow, Will, that's some interesting history. My ex even pulled the seats out of "The Grim Reaper". It wasn't street legal and they towed it to the racetrack. I didn't know my ex in those days, but I've heard the stories and seen the films. It was impressive and apparently far more reliable than the Pantera that my ex drove out of state to bring back. It broke down on the way back and he sold it shortly thereafter! The best part of the race car project were the hours spent working together that fostered a long, strong, close relationship between father and son. The paint job on The Grim Reaper wasn't bad either!


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

What could be better than settling in on a Saturday afternoon with a short story by Will Starr? I was a little taken aback when I saw this isn’t a western, but that abated the minute I began to read.

“But it was her sudden smile that took his heart on the ride of a lifetime.” One of the hallmarks of your stories is wonderful lines like this.

Tears filled my eyes, early on, in this wonderful tale, Will – one of your best. Although it has a sad ending, the poignancy and mesmerizing, infamous Will Starr twists of life are still there. Excellent!


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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

Will, what an intriguing tale. You had me rivoted from the opening picture of the Model-T. Towards the end I was enveloped in goose bumps! This is fabulous. Please write more short stories!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thanks for the super comment, Amy!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Wow! Thank you, Genna,


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, bravewarrior, and thank you!

There are dozens of short stories like this one on my Hub site:

http://hubpages.com/@willstarr


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

Gene's gotta read this! My brother too! Love yaz, lily


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Rosemay50 3 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Wow I needed tisues for this one, great story Will.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Lily, and thank you!

Refresh an old man's memory...who is Gene?


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Rosemay!

Sometimes, life is sad.


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AudreyHowitt 3 years ago from California

Such a sad write--things don't always work out--there is such poignancy in this piece Will--really beautifully done!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Audrey,

No, more often than not, life simply does follow the path we plan, and that was my point.


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mckbirdbks 3 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello Will, I see that your fans have gathered around you. What an interesting, and I am always perpared for the twist, I did not see this one. What a nostalgic tale, told with the finesse of a master story teller.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Mike, for your kind words!


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Wow! This is a great story,Will. And ended brilliantly. You are a very talented writer.


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lmpounds 3 years ago from St. Louis

Great story! Sad twist at the end. This is what makes it so real. Bravo!


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bewhary 3 years ago from Mechanicsburg, PA

Very very cool story... Stopped by to check out some of your hubs.. Only have time for one this morning... And if the rest are like this... WOW!!!! Awesome story.. Great ending... Made me cry... Excellent work! Will be checking out more of your work...


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CMerritt 3 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

You had me at Indiana!

Wow! The real twist here is that your stories are "usually" a happy ending........this one SUCKED!...(lol, I mean that in the most respective way)

Excellent, Classic WillStarr!

Chris


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Wayne Brown 3 years ago from Texas

Some liberal must have really pissed you off and you took it out on David! Actually, it is a damn fine story Will....typical of one your many outings. Thanks much for sharing. ~WB


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Wayne!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, lmpounds!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, bewhary, and be my guest!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Chris!

As we all know, life seldom works out the way we want. This was intended to illustrate that fact!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Wayne, and thank you!


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Nell Rose 3 years ago from England

Hi Will, what a great story, but such a sad ending, never saw that one coming, you always get me! lol! wonderful!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Nell!


Ghost32 3 years ago

Nicely done, Will. No, you didn't surprise me with the ending--I can still feel most (though not all) of your twists coming, and the beauty of the story had built up far too powerfully to wrap up without one of your signature moves.

Nice work on the karmic drag racing balance. Here in the Sierra Vista area, we lost a young lady about a year ago who was riding flat-out on her crotch rocket when a vehicle pulled out from a side street. She didn't hit the pickup, but lost control on the gravel road she and her husband were racing on (he had another crotch rocket).

It was that wreck and subsequent funeral that finally cured Pam's son, Zach, of the racing bug. He's still got a bit of it, but he knew the couple, attended the funeral...and unknowingly showed up wearing the exact same model of full face helmet the deceased had been wearing when she died.

He switched that helmet out for a different one at the dealership the next day, and he's been a different man ever since.


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Just Ask Susan 3 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Oh Bill, You sure know how to make me cry. Such a great story but I wasn't expecting that ending.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Fred,

A horrific accident on Central finally put an end to cruising. Some idiot refused to shut down, and ran a red light. Innocent people were killed and that ended it.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Susan,

Lot's of people did not expect it to end that way, but such is life. Some of Shakespeare's best were tragedies.


Ghost32 3 years ago

That would do it. There's always one (idiot) out there somewhere.

The only time I ever punched it on a main drag was in the small town of Philipsbur, Montana, one moring about 3:00 a.m., during the fall of 1960. (I remember, because it was potato picking time, and next morning in the spud patch I was REALLY hung over.) The streets were rolled up, I was three sheets to the wind and figured I was the king of the road 'cause I had the road to myself (in my beer-soaked mind).

UNfortunately, the only local ossifer of the law was parked in an alley, nose out, and promptly jumped all over my beatup '53 Dodge with his hot-as-a-two-bit-pistol '59 Plymouth Fury. (At least we kept it within the Chrysler Corp.)

FORTUNATELY, the only reason I didn't get a ticket--I was so drunk I didn't know for sure if I was handing the cop my driver's license or my school lunch ticket--HE was so drunk, he couldn't read it anyway.

Did a little drag racing, but never once in any of those kill-the-civilian venues.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Those were the good/bad old days, and I'm glad they're over

Getting old means you no longer have to show off...because you can't!


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resspenser 3 years ago from South Carolina

Look out "Bridges of Madison County" there's a new sheriff in town! Excellent, Will. Voted up and shared.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Ronnie!

Great to see you.


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teaches12345 3 years ago

Wow, what a great story. Talk about remembering your first love! It is a bit sad at the end, but enjoyed the read.


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suziecat7 3 years ago from Asheville, NC

Oh the rotten irony of it all. Great story - at least they got to connect again despite the circumstances. Voted up and shared..


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Teaches!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Suzie!


Dani Novoa 3 years ago

Great story Will! Sad, but good......as always. :)


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Dani!


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infochamp 3 years ago

but to David, she was stunning :)

aww, love your hubs...wish I could write like you

(fan mode)


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, infochamp!


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dahoglund 3 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

Great bit of irony.It took me by surprise. Awesome story..sharing.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Don! Much appreciated, my friend.


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Sunshine625 3 years ago from Orlando, FL

I'm back again. This is one story that one could never tire of reading and appreciating.


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schoolgirlforreal 3 years ago from USA

I liked it very much, I didn't cry though ;)

It was a nice perspective to read, very interesting :)

The end was very unexpected, but hey, life aint perfect!

The part that surprised me was how he had a happy life of his own, but again, I know there are many people that can make us happy, and so he was, but it was very romantic to meet the girl again, and sweet too, how he sat all night with her, very sweet, and the ending kinda like a Romeo in a Romeo and Juliet story.


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AudreyHowitt 3 years ago from California

I just had to read this one again--it makes me cry every time!


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Pamela Kinnaird W 3 years ago from Maui and Arizona

I enjoyed this a lot. Very nice. Very real-feeling characters.

Voting up, interesting and sharing.


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Sunshine625!

Good to see you again!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi schoolgirlforreal, and thank you for the super comment!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

I'm honored Audrey!


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WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Pamela Kinnaird W!

Thank you for the kind comment, and for sharing.


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klidstone1970 2 years ago from Niagara Region, Canada

Wow, what an ending! I had to read it twice before it sunk in. What a surprise.


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, klidstone1970!


Ghaelach 2 years ago

There are some books that you can read over and over again. This hub of yours Will is the same and it has the same effect as it had the first time I read it.

Miss your stories Will as all your fans.

Have a good weekend.

LOL Ghaelach


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WillStarr 2 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Well thank you, Ghaelach! What a nice thing to say.

I'm working on a Christmas story.


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pstraubie48 15 months ago from sunny Florida

O poohie....a great ending but nooooooooooooo.....i am a sucker for a happy ending....and I guess there is happy in this ending....

Great job shared g+ tweeted pinned Awesome

Angels are headed your way this morning ps


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WillStarr 15 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Patricia!

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