The Class Of 92

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

She broke up with me on Monday. She’d left Friday afternoon to go home to Massachusetts for the weekend. She was feeling overwhelmed and her roommates were bugging her.

When she came back, she told me that she’d met up, Friday night, with her old high school boyfriend. She went to see his new band play. That night, they slept together. First time. I guess she was a virgin when we first met, freshman year. She and Ray had dated all through high school, but had never…

She cried. She said she loved him. She said she loved me — she really did — but it was different with Ray.

She dropped out of school and moved back home. Eventually, she and Ray went to Seattle.

I didn’t date anyone again for four years.

Last week, my book Underwater Moonlight, won an Edgar Award for Best Paperback Original. HarperCollins Publishers – William Morrow have really high hopes for the follow up.

This week, I discovered that Ray had been arrested for secretly videotaping people in the bathroom of the vegan restaurant he works (worked?) at.

I called her up.

“Ha! You sure can pick ‘em, you dumb twat!”

I’m not sure which one was the highlight of my life.

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