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TITLE (EDIT)
Missing - A Short Story
DESCRIPTION
Passing your days by doing only enough to satisfy what is expected can lead to a life not worth remembering.
[1,475 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Literary Fiction
AUTHOR
Steven Gilbreath

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am a gradute of the University of Missouri - Kansas City in both creative writing and multimedia. Currently I run my own film & multimedia business in the Orlando area and work on my novels and short stories in my spare time. My hope is to one day exchange multimedia for a writing career before I kick off.
[June 2005]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
steven@neofex.com
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2)
The Blues And The Greens (Short Stories) A story of waking up from under the electric blanket of modern life. [1,804 words] [Literary Fiction]
The Clearing 2001 (Short Stories) Nature has its own way of helping us ease painful memories we were certain would never fade. [1,106 words] [Literary Fiction]
Missing - A Short Story
Steven Gilbreath

Steven Carl Gilbreath

(816) 674-6339

steven@neofex.com

2014 South Mill Street

Kansas City, KS 66103-1812

Missing

By Steven Carl Gilbreath

            Last week it came to me that about two years of my life are missing.  I didn’t lose them on purpose and they didn’t go by accident. 

My body was aching back then as I sat in the movie theater with an ass numbing that was heading down my legs.  I knew a girl once who said she thought guys who sat alone in theaters were pathetic.  Anyway, I closed my mouth and turned my head and watched the couples in the flickery dark.  They nuzzled up against one another, eating popcorn from tubs and chittering like horny squirrels. 

Middle row, middle seat was my place and I had waited until it was thick with leaving bodies to stand up.  In the press of the crowd I could hear them grunt simple ‘liked’ ‘didn’t like’ phrases.  I am well on my way to finding out that two years or so are gone. 

            You know my car is always cold but I never turn on the heat. 

There’s nothing in my little half fridge at the tiny apartment I rent except packs of ketchup and mustard and I was starving.  In five minutes I’m at the grocery store, wheeling a rickety cart, carefully maneuvering through all the brown boxes of stock strewn in the aisles.  A stock guy is on a cell phone standing in my way.  I guess he didn’t see me so I squeezed around him for a can of ravioli. 

            That’s when I saw them.  Two young girls and a guy and… I know them.  Their faces register but I’m helpless on where I should know them from.  It seemed silly not to know.  They passed me and pairs of eyes passed over mine.  Then they wheeled their food-filled cart out of sight. 

            Standing in the aisle with only two cans of ravioli in my cart, I tried to place them.  I couldn’t go down another aisle and have them see me again not remembering. 

            “David?  David, I thought that was you.” came at me from behind and made my shoulder twitch.

            As I turned, two slim arms swallowed me up.  I don’t like to be touched.  She was pretty, though I had no idea who she was. 

            “God, it’s been a couple years.  How have you been…you look good.”

            “Fine, uh thanks,” I said.  She stared, like she was waiting for something.

            “Well I graduated in December and I’m working over at Sprint.  What are you up to now?  I figured you left town already.”  She smelled like potpourri.

            “No, I’ve been working mostly.  Two jobs, like 80 hours a week.  I’ve got some debt to clean up.”  I read a ravioli label.

            “You should take care of yourself though.  Get out sometimes, you promise?”  Her eyes must have gotten bigger.

            There was 20% more in the can.  I looked up at her nose.  “Oh yeah, I do.  Every chance I get,” I lied.

            She was playing with her hair real nervous.  “Well, my friends are waiting in the frozen-food section.  I hope I get to see some more of you,” Here she paused and looked at my cart.  ”Give me a call and we can go do something.”

            “Sure.  Yeah thanks.  Good seeing you again.”  Not using a name was getting tricky.

            “You too David.  Bye!”  And she left my aisle.

            As I took out the cans and placed them on a shelf that held cookies, the memory loss stuck out like the electronic coupon dispensers. 

            Three apartments in two years, no real friends, and a job working at a warehouse that sold office furniture is my life.  The gaps I fill in with video games and television.  Most of this life I remember as a single unending day.

It is not the two years.  Those are right before this day when I was still at college. 

I know that I graduated, had classes, made acquaintances, but that seemed to be all.  Everyone had known my name and yet I couldn’t remember theirs.  Assignments done at 3 a.m., research papers slapped together  in short order, classes sat through  hour after hour.  It was all gone, poured out of my ears I guess.  I am too young to lose two years, years that should have molded me into a responsible… whatever. 

            I left the store, no longer hungry, and turned on my car heater.  The smell was like dead flowers stuck in mothballs. 

            I drove and drove.  Not with a destination, but just unable to turn toward that cramped apartment.  It was Tuesday and I had to be up early for the morning shift, but I let the car and endless highway drive me.  My mind was banging about, held up and alert by the obnoxious heat.  Don’t remember any other cars, or signs, or even road, washed out by the thumping of the cuts on the shoulder.  The pretty girl’s face rolled across my eyes back and forth like windshield wipers.  Eventually it faded and I tried to see how far back the missing memory went.  When I pulled off the road three blocks from my parent’s driveway many hours after I started, the sun was rosying up the sky.

I knew I hadn't been  home since my graduation party.  That night too was now a blurry mash. 

            Sleep was uneasy and I dreamt of a large parking lot.  It was so large that I couldn’t find my car in it. 

The car was too hot when I woke up from a tapping on my window.  It was my mother and she was wide-awake.  Her little hatchback was behind mine; she must have been on her way to work.

            After I had groggily rolled down the window she said, “Are you all right?  What are you doing here?”

            “No, I’m okay.  It was late and I didn’t want to wake you guys up.”

            “I didn’t know you were planning on coming down,  but that’s all right.” She said, the look on her face made me nervous. “I don’t like you driving in the middle of the night though, you know that.”

            And through the fragments of hole-poked thought I had it.  Her name is Julie.  Julie S-something.

            I guess I said part of that out loud because my mom said, “What are you mumbling sweetheart?”

            I didn’t answer, and three blocks later I was out of the car and in the house, taking a shower.

S-something. 

Later I met Dan and James, two lifelong friends still living in town, for a movie.  They know better than to touch me.

      

 

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December 2004
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