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Today I am going to share with you some more of my personal creative writing. So back in college (I say this like its been a long time when in reality its only been a year…) I took a short story class which resulted in a short story that I am rather proud of and love very dearly. I thought I would share part of that short story with you today.
Here is part of Tales of a Chronic Crocheter:
Jane Woodsley was rushing around her apartment in a blur trying to find the thing she can never leave home without; her crochet hook. She knew she was already late for her date but she didn’t care. She needed to find her hook before she could leave. Jane never knew when her anxiety would spiral out of control and send her into a panic. Crocheting was the only thing that could really calm her down.
After checking the usual places that Jane would stash her hooks she spied her H hook on top of the microwave. How did it get here? Never mind. I need to get going or Amanda will kill me.
Amanda was Jane’s best friend and had set her up on, what in Amanda’s words, “was going to be absolutely perfect blind date.” This was going to be Jane’s first blind date and she was definitely not exactly excited about it. Jane grabbed her crochet hook and stuffed it in her purse as she made her way out the door.
Jane hopped in her eclectic 1996 gold Toyota Camry and turned the key in the ignition making sure she checked her makeup in the rearview mirror before backing out. Jane had made sure to take the time to put on some eyeliner and mascara and pulled her curly red locks back into a bun. She was finally satisfied that her eyeliner hadn’t smudged she slowly reversed her Camry out onto the road.
Once she had gotten a couple of blocks away from her apartment and made her way towards the Denny’s where she was to meet her date, Jane thought she should call Amanda for some advice on her rapidly approaching date night. On the third ring Amanda picked up, “Jane? What are you doing calling me? Why aren’t you with Richard?”
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m running late to Denny’s. Don’t get mad. It’s just that I couldn’t find my crochet hook,” Jane said.
“Jane, give up on the crocheting all the time. Having to take your projects with you everywhere just causes more problems than it fixes. And people think it’s pretty weird. Are you at least close to Denny’s? I don’t need Richard thinking you stood him up or anything.”
“Yes, I’m about ten minutes away right now, don’t worry. I’m nervous though.” Jane cautiously took a left turn onto the freeway near her house. “Tell me everything you know about him so it’s not like he’s a complete stranger when I meet him.”
“Oh Jane, stop. It’s a blind date, you’re not supposed to know everything about him. But fine, he’s really a sweet guy. He hasn’t been on many dates lately. He’s more of an introvert like you. You know, he loves to stay home rather than go out to bars and drink.”
“Amanda, if he hasn’t been on many dates doesn’t that sort of say that he may have a problem or be weird?”
“He doesn’t get out much, so it’s not easy to meet people. You two are a lot alike, that’s why I set you two up. Just relax. But seriously, would I set you up with a total creep? You’re my best friend, Janey; and I would never do anything to hurt you. He’s a nice guy and I really think you two would hit it off.”
“I’m really trusting you here, Amanda.” Jane slowed her speed as she took the off ramp towards the direction of Denny’s. “This just sounds like not the best idea that you’ve had. I’m only going because you begged, and I really don’t want to end up as how you said, ‘a crazy cat lady.’ Now look, I’m almost there, so can you text Richard for me and let him know I’m almost there and super sorry for running so late? I promise I’m just about to get to the light before the parking lot.”
“Yeah, I’ll let him know. But be sure to call me after and give me all the dirty details and don’t you dare try to leave anything out, Jane Woodsley, because I know when you’re lying.”
“Thank you so much, Amanda. You’re the best; and don’t worry I’ll tell you everything.”
Jane ended the phone call as she pulled into the parking lot of Denny’s. She felt a lot better about her date with Richard since she talked to Amanda, not as on edge as before. She knew that Amanda would never purposely put her in a bad situation; and if worse comes to worst, it was just one date. If it were really that bad, all she would have to do was survive the one date and then never speak to Richard again. She found a spot close to the entrance where she pulled in and parked. Jane knew she was running late, so she quickly gathered her purse together making sure to take one last peak in the mirror to double check that her makeup was still perfect and hadn’t smudged. Though it was a first date, Jane didn’t want to make a bad first impression on people.
She took a deep breath and pulled open the door to walk in. As soon as the door opened Jane could hear a customer with his voice raised, “I told you not to bring the salads yet. Why can’t you follow a simple instruction?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but they were up to be brought out; and we have a policy that when food is up to be served, we can’t just let it sit there.”
“I don’t care what your policy is! I told you not to bring them yet. As far as I know, the customer is always right.”
“Let me take these away and go grab a manager for you. It’ll just be a minute. Excuse me,” the server said with an annoyed tone apparent in her voice.
The angry customer seemed to have calmed down and said, “No, that won’t be necessary but if you wouldn’t mind just bringing the salads back out in a little bit that would be great.”
Jane couldn’t believe how anyone could treat another person like that, especially over something that was so trivial like salads. As the chatter in the restaurant seemed to have returned, she made her way further into the restaurant but was stopped by the hostess.
“Hi, welcome to Denny’s. How many for today?”
“Oh, I’m just meeting someone. I was told that he was already here.”
“I’m not sure, but feel free to look around.”
Jane made her way through the dining room looking for a guy who looked like he was waiting for someone. She noticed that as she got further into the restaurant that the other diners were speaking in very hushed tones and looking around at someone. She shrugged it off and kept looking around until she found a man sitting alone. She approached the table slowly just in case it was the wrong one.
I hope y’all enjoyed it! Stay tuned for more of the story in the next installment of Collinswoah13’s creative writing! Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments below and until next time, stay classy and sassy 🙂