Creative Writing: Jacksonville

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I sat swinging my legs on the bar stool, staring at the counter, trying to look occupied, when a tall man sat down next to me. I looked over at him as he ordered a drink, paying with a sleek credit card. He took the shot and drank it quickly, signaling the bartender for another. “Drowning your worries?” I asked him, spinning my chair to face him. He looked me over, taking in my short frame. “I'm trying,” I studied him for a moment, then spoke. “You’re not from around here are you?” He smiled at me, then looked down at the table. “That obvious, huh?” “Honestly, it’s the tan.” “I’m from Florida actually, Jacksonville.” I gave him a strange look. “If you’re from someplace as nice as that, what are you doing in this dump?” Saying nothing, …show more content…

As he drove, we started to talk. We talked about food, the weather, the sights. I learned his favorite color was green, and he didn’t like Japanese food, except for rice and, although he had been to 24 countries, he has never visited Italy and it is his biggest regret. “Well, if you want to go so bad, then you should. What’s holding you back?” I asked. “Just things,” he sighed. “First my job, then my sister got sick, now my wedding. Things just keep piling up.” “What about a honeymoon?” “Well, Julia wants to go to Hawaii, and it’s Hawaii, so I don’t really mind,” Gabriel turned down my driveway and stopped the car in front of my house. “Would you like to come in for a drink? My roommate is home, but she’s probably asleep by now,” I said, opening the car door and stepping out. “Thank you, really, but I should be getting back to my hotel. It was a real pleasure Mia, I hope I can see you again,” “Yea, maybe. Have a nice night Gabriel,” *** After three weeks of rain, the sun made its first appearance. The geese who lived in the small pond were swimming in the water, reflecting the evening light. “Well, change of plans,” came a voice next to me. Gabriel was leaning against the fence staring at the water. “It seems I may be staying a while

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