Contest #66 shortlist ⭐️


Contemporary Drama Fiction

The road stretches out in front of me as far as I can see, all the way to the horizon, straight and flat with empty fields on both sides like enormous blank pages. Nebraska, almost halfway to San Francisco, I am alone on this endless stretch of interstate 80.

The audible book supply is depleted. For a change, I'm riding in silence.

In the rear view mirror, a patrol car with flashing lights screams toward me. I slow the car and pull to the side to let him pass. But the lights slow too.

The state trooper is at my window, sunglasses, wide flat brimmed hat, black shirt and a belt full laden with radios, flashlights, pistol. He looks huge.

"License and registration please," he says all serious like I'm a fugitive or something. I hand out the cards.

"Eileen Brannigan?" he says.

"Yes sir," I say. "What kind of gun is that?" I ask, nervous and talky.

"It's a Glock 22, ma'am. You're from Akron, Ohio?"

Why the questions, I wonder, it’s all right there on my license. He looks from the license to me and back again. My heart is going wild, banging away. What've I done?

"That's right," nervous laughter comes with "the rubber capital of the world, your honor."

Oh god, I can't believe I just said that, your honor.

He doesn't smile. "What are you doing Miss Branningan from Ohio out here in the middle of Nebraska?"

I'm going somewhere with my life to a better place where I'll be happy.

"California. I'm moving to California."

"You're alone?"

"Yep, all alone."

I thought of Greg helping me pack the car the night before I left. He accepted the leftovers, extra toilet paper rolls, and bags of grass seed. He stood back stiffly making noises with his breath, tightening his mouth, holding his chin up. 



Six years. Our first date when I opened the door to find him wearing a leather bomber jacket and fedora, like Harrison Ford. 

Riding with my arms around him on the Harley. 

"Ready?" he'd yell back to me. 

"Ready," I'd say.

The engine's growl would take us down the road and around the bend where I'd lean into the curve, riding over gentle rises of country roads, passed the fields with their straight edges and perfect parallel rows, long shadows at day's end, the sweet grassy aroma from newly cut hay; seconds of dung odor, then clear air.

Greg and I never declared love for each other. There were no sweet cards, no little unexpected gifts. I flirted; sometimes he flirted back. He often came over for dinner. One time, he stopped at Kroger's for wine and Sriracha sauce and picked up a bunch of Marigolds. 

"How nice of you," I said, putting the bouquet in a vase. The flowers' unpleasant scent plowed over me when their stems hit the water. "I think I'll just leave these posies out here," I said and placed them on a stand at the entryway.

Back at the stove, I threw in onions and peppers, making hot oil explode; chicken strips next; shaking the pan and flip, shake then, flip. A sweet smell of browning onions filled the room. More wine? 

"Sure, I can open a second bottle," Greg said, his voice a beautiful baritone.

"You should be on the radio," I said, "your voice is lovely."

He smiled and said, "You're probably biased."  

We drank Cabernet, shared a joint. Greg inhaled deeply and talked while holding his breath, sounding like he was being strangled. Our lovemaking had to be oiled up with booze and weed as if we couldn't manage sober sex. We liked each other though. No fireworks or pretense, just comfortable friendship. 

He was an Ohioan through and through, untraveled except to buzz down to Cincinnati now and then, his idea of a vacation. Watching football together, throwing popcorn, laughing till I couldn’t speak. Sundays, we hiked in the forest, sharing a backpack of snacks and bottled water. He preferred smoky beer pubs to my love for concert halls. A great listener. A non-committer. 


The officer looked away for a moment. “That’s too bad. You shouldn’t be alone. Unless that’s how you want it, I suppose.”

“Can’t say as that’s what I want. But that’s what I got.”

Was it, I asked myself?


After I decided to move west, after I found a job and packed up my things, Greg asked me for dinner at his place for grilled beef tenderloin and roasted potatoes. The table was covered with a linen cloth and matching dinnerware. Twelve-year-old Brie and eight-year old Jeffrey hustled in and out of the kitchen, bringing water, butter, and a bouquet of fall flowers in an elegant glass vase. 

Brie looked all coy. She said, "Eileen, just relax and enjoy your wine. We will take care of you for a change."

"How sweet of you," I said, bewildered. The four of us had never had dinner together other than Olive Garden, or Red Lobster for special occasions.

The beef turned out moist and pink in the center, melt-in-your-mouth delicious. "You have outdone yourselves with this dinner. I'll never match this," I said. 

Greg asked, "Have you arranged for the movers yet?" Just like that, he said it, as if we were mere acquaintances. Fine with me.

"I have two different companies lined up for estimates. I should know soon. Anyway, let's talk about what's going on here. This is all very nice. Fancy. Like some special day. What am I missing? A school award or something?" 

Jeffrey looked side to side then flicked his eyes to Greg. "Now Dad?" 

Greg's upper body wiggled a little like he was moving his leg, or like a puppy wagging his tail. He nodded, then stood. 

Brie said, "Wait. Don't we need dessert first? Daaad, you said we'd have dessert and then," 

"Shhhhhssh," Jeffrey said as he spun around the corner. "Dad, I have it. Eileen, do not look." 

Even with all that, I didn't see it coming. Greg placed his hand on the back of my chair. I turned to his figure bending down to the floor on one knee and in his hand was a small red velvet box. My heart nearly stopped and my breath caught. He opened the lid and in it was a diamond ring, surrounded by filigree platinum edges, old fashioned and delicate, exactly my style.

"Eileen, I know I'm not perfect. It's taken me a long time to get to this place. But I promise you, I’ll always love you. Will you be my wife?" he asked, the words quivering in the air. 

My heart sank. I groped for words. My California dream. What about that? I took the ring and placed it on my finger where it sparkled, the loveliest I'd ever seen.

"It's, it's beautiful," I said, stuttering. "I don't know what to say. You know about my plans." 

The children watched, their mouths gaping. 

"Please Eileen, think about it." 

"Oh, Greg, I'm sorry, but I just can't." I pulled the ring from my finger and handed it to him. "I'm sorry."


The officer kept up with the questions.

"You have a place out there?"

"Sure do. A real nice place."

It's not as nice as my condo in Ohio with its high circle top windows and the river below. But the new place is an hour drive to the Pacific Ocean. I'm excited about that. 

The new apartment faces a parking lot and a rusty green dumpster. I'll need to buy some window coverings.

The policeman says, “Stay put. I'll be right back."

He strolls back to his cruiser. I feel stupid waiting there, just sitting. I need to stretch my legs anyway and step out of the car. I've forgotten my phone and reach in for it, slip it in my pocket and walk toward the police car, only because I want to ask him how far to the next rest area.

His voice booms, "Ma’am. Get back in your car. Now."

I run back shaking, feeling confused.

I-phone, Snickers' wrappers and an empty can of cheeseballs litter the passenger seat next to me. My phone dings, a text from Greg saying that I've forgotten the box of photograph albums he saved. I text back, Ok, tnx for letting me know. 

At last the trooper appears at my window again. "Ma'am, do you realize your tail light is out? Better get that fixed as soon as you can. And watch your speed. Not everyone is as nice as I am. You were ten over the limit. I'm giving you a warning, next time it will be a citation," he says as he hands my cards back. “You have a nice day now.”

I wait until the police car drives by before starting my engine, then back up to speed, I set cruise control right at the speed limit. The fields of Nebraska remind me of those cycle rides when I held my arms around Greg.

Ahead is the straight, flat highway, like the binding of a book. I reach for my coffee and bite into a cheese cracker. Phone messages, one is from my sister cheering me on. Another from Greg.

"Hi, Babe. Wanted to give you a call and say hey. Just to let you know I'm with you. Take care. Be safe." That baritone voice.


At the service center, I fill the tank and drive to a parking spot. Only semis and bearded men wearing plaid shirts are around. In the restroom, I splash cold water on my face, take paper towels to pat it dry, and face the worn mirror for a moment longer than necessary. Back in the SUV, I pull up Greg’s number. “Hi, it’s me.”


November 07, 2020 02:21

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Great story! :)


Cathryn V
18:56 Nov 15, 2020

Thank you, I appreciate it!


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Pika Okoye
09:59 Apr 16, 2021

Hi Cathryn, very firstly awsome work😃 the storyline is very interesting...........and the title too is fab.......just one word full of fantastic scenes behind it. Great work and of course it deserves to be shortlisted. Very Well done👍 Would you like to read my stories? 😊


Cathryn V
15:24 Apr 16, 2021

Hi Prakriti, Thank you for reading and commenting! Yes I’ll be happy to read yours. Any one in particular?


Pika Okoye
15:45 Apr 19, 2021

Not at all, just follow the titles..............whichever seems interesting to you by it's name. Anyways please keep in touch :) and I look forward for your feedback :):)


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Llind Kam
12:25 Jan 16, 2021

I am glad that I discovered you, although a little late. You are an awesome writer and keep writing.


Cathryn V
20:34 Jan 16, 2021

Wow, such a nice complement! Thank you for that.


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Vanessa Kilmer
16:35 Nov 20, 2020

Congratulations on being short listed. This felt very real.


Cathryn V
18:23 Nov 20, 2020

Thank you, Vanessa. Have a great day.


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04:56 Nov 14, 2020

Wow!! Awesome story Cathryn, I felt every sentence. The painful choice was laid out so perfectly, it swamped me in emotions as I eagerly waited to see what Eileen would do next. Great piece!!


Cathryn V
18:57 Nov 15, 2020

I'm still figuring out this website. I thought I'd replied to your generous critique, but it isn't here. Thank you for reading and commenting!


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Nathan Ice
21:57 Nov 11, 2020

Hey Cathryn! Would you like a constructive critique?


Cathryn V
22:02 Nov 11, 2020

yes, definitely!


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