At the intersection of 29th and Fairlawn, Shalyn waits for the green arrow that allows her to turn left. Every night at this intersection, she waits, head full of the day's debris. Instead of watching the light, she watches her rearview mirror as it reveals a silver Dodge Neon. It's occupants visible in the red glow of the stoplight. Safe and sound inside their car, it never occurs to them that they are on a silent stage.
A young woman in the driver's seat. A young man at her side.
He is telling a story, talking animatedly, wild hand gestures and funny faces.
The driver is entertained, smiling broadly, shoulders rocking in laughter.
He laughs as well, pleased with her reaction.
Something changes the conversation, maybe a song on the radio, maybe a situation one of them referenced. They both begin to dance in their bucket seats. It’s purposely silly with head bopping and exaggerated movements. Pushing each other towards hysterical laughter, their dance becomes even more ridiculous.
Still waiting and watching, Shalyn laughs out loud. Having danced her fair share of stupid car dances, the simple delight is easily recalled.
When the light turns green, the audience of one and the unaware actors drive away.
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4 comments:
I enjoy your writing here. Nice job.
BUT, I must again state for the record that I truly believe the blog you offer up below was from Maria's class : )
ummmm, yeah. You're right. It was for Maria's class. But in my memory's defense- it was a class I took the same summer as your advanced news writing class.
yup, losing my mind.
Shalyn,
Good blog. Honestly, I did not know exactly what to do in this whole blog business, but you provide a great example. Good job. Very descrpitive. I felt as if I am in the car with you.
LOL I love this story..I have been both the audience and the dancer many of times to this same situation. Although, I must admit that I do find myself in the dancing position most often. :P
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