The Dream Police

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 was a Girl Scout until she started high school. Marta was odd. She was into Archie comics, and she liked to playfully slap at people during lively conversations. Jughead Jones & Dilton Doiley. She’d be sitting in her room, on her Holly Hobby bedspread. She’d would indicated growing impatience by folding the funny book on her lap. Seconds later, she’d be windmilling her hands around. Sometimes her fingernails would break.

When ninth grade rolled around, she ditched the comics and the Girl Scouts and Star Trek. She started wearing tight jeans and Pink Floyd t-shirts. She also started hanging around the back of the bus with the menacing girls who wore dark eyeliner and veiled their faces with inky permanents.

Those girls bragged about their sexual sophistication. So did Marta, who would remain virginal until she was 35.

They smoked.

Marta did something else. She would extend her two fingers in a V, like a peace sign, and act like she was smoking, but she wouldn’t actually hold a cigarette, let alone inhale. She kept her hands in motion constantly, waving them around like a magician, presumably in hopes that no-one would notice she wasn’t actually smoking.

Every of often, is she was feeling particularly rebellious, she would press her thumb and forefinger together, as if she was holding a joint. Invisible weed.
Her new friends noticed her strange assimilative techniques, and began referring to her as “Newport,” after the brand of cigarettes she claimed to be ‘smoking.’ She thought it meant that she liked to go down to the beach in Rhode Island.

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