THE “SHE” CHRONICLES
Episode Two – Spring, 1971
Should she break it off? Despite the compelling physical attraction, sex alone was no longer enough.
An in-depth conversation would be nice on occasion, or a proper movie date instead of the drive-in; anything to indicate he liked her as a person, apart from her physical attributes.
He laughed when she brought it up. “You love it as much as I do”, he grinned. True enough, but, it was getting tedious when all they did was drive around, stop for coffee or to look at sports cars and then park somewhere.
She had been deeply in love with her previous boyfriend, but he broke her heart. This was supposed to be a rebound, no strings attached, “feel good” fling; her first “adult” sexual relationship. He had made the initial experience euphoric and she was hooked on the rush.
It was fun, for a while. Cruising around town in his father’s light blue Chevy Nova on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, the strains of Neil Diamond’s “I Am, I Said” coming from the radio. Singing along at full volume.
Taking a walk, enveloped in each other’s arms. His touch ignited a fire in her and they were wildly compatible that way.
One day, they stopped at a Dodge dealer’s lot to admire a bright red Charger Super Bee. It was spring, 1971 when muscle cars roamed the streets.
His best friend had just acquired a purple one. “I’ve saved enough for a down payment” he crowed. “That baby is mine!” Little did she know what lay in store.
The courage to end it mustered itself when he picked her up one night, sporting a bad mood. They headed straight for the drive-in and parked way in the back, as usual.
He hadn’t uttered more than two or three sentences up to that point and started groping her. She forcefully pushed him off.
“Is that all I’m good for, to you? Why can’t we ever have a conversation, or go out on a real date? I don’t want to do this anymore!” Her eyes flashed angrily.
He looked annoyed, to say the least. “Oh come on, you know you like it. We never pretended this was anything more than sex.”
She shook her head. “I’m done with it. Take me home!”
He was furious now and pulled out of the stall, tires squealing. They spoke no words along the way. When they arrived, she got out and dramatically slammed the door without looking back.
They never spoke again.
A couple of weeks later, there he was, zooming down the road in his shiny new car, followed closely behind by his friend, in the purple one. She battled mixed feelings, but relief won. This little interlude had played itself out and it was time to move on.
Exactly one month after the breakup, under the influence of too much alcohol, he ran off the road and flipped that shiny new car, over and over again, severely injuring three passengers. Word leaked out that he had survived the crash, but was in critical condition.
Shocked and saddened, she waited tensely for further news at the local hangout. This was the first time anyone close to her had been seriously hurt. Impatient, she called the hospital herself, pretending to be a relative.
“We’re so sorry. He passed away this morning.”
The world ground to a screeching halt and her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She stood, riveted to the floor for what seemed like hours. Was this real? She had watched him drive by the other day and thought how great he looked behind the wheel of that car. Now, he and the car were both gone!
Grief overwhelmed her.
Then, she started thinking.
What if they had still been going out together? She could have been in the car that night and also killed! Or, he probably wouldn’t have had that much to drink. He only did that when he was with his buddies.
What if he hadn’t purchased the car? That big block V8 was mighty tempting to a speed demon, but his father’s little Nova had no such accoutrements. He may have been more careful with it.
What if…
What if…
What if…
Do you ever ask yourself that question?
He was only 21……
©D.D.B. 2013
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64 thoughts on “WHAT IF…”
DEBBIE, it is so, so tough on young people when they lose someone close to them. Hard to process it at such a young age with so few real life experiences yet.
I think I was 15 when my first of two friends to commit suicide ended it. I remember that phone call and what you wrote described the feeling well:
The world ground to a screeching halt and her heart plummeted. She stood, riveted to the floor for what seemed like hours. Was this real?
The Doors song ‘Riders On The Storm’ was the perfect choice for this post. And this would have made a great installment in Robin’s informal (you post when you feel like it) blogfest ‘The Soundtrack Of My Life’. No one has posted an installment of that in quite awhile, and I’m way overdue.
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I’m so sorry you also had to experience death at such a young age! “Riders on the Storm” was actually getting extensive airplay at the time of my ex-boyfriend’s death and I’ve associated it with that sad occurrence ever since. I have published two “Soundtrack of my Life” posts, so far: 1965 and 1966. This will definitely be in the 1971 chapter. I’m doing them chronologically, but it’s been a long time.
Oh no! Worst thing in life, the phrase “What if..” Regret stinks, Debbie! But we can’t live without it in some way or other. Sad I missed this month’s #FlashbackFriday! Will join you in July. Have saved the date! Hugs! I love how you include the perfect songs in your posts!
It’s a powerful story, and I’m so happy she didn’t get together with Mr. Bad Boy. Now, this story I am about to tell is true. When my husband was in high school, a classmate (who had the reputation of being wild) offered hubbie a ride home. At that point in time, my hubbie hadn’t gotten his license yet. So he accepted, and the drive home scared him half to death. The classmate was reckless and sped around curvy roads with abandon. Hubbie had the sense not to accept a ride from this young man again. Yes, you guessed it. Young man was killed in a car crash, less than a year later, and had two passengers in the car with him (I forget their fates). One could have been my husband.
Yes, she did a wise thing, for sure. 🙂 Your husband must have been equally relieved and saddened. Thanks for dropping in, Alana.
I had some of these “What if?” thoughts recently when I came across old letters (remember those) between me and an old boyfriend when I spent a semester studying in Bogota, Colombia. I even briefly married the guy. However, my “What ifs?” soon changed to “Thank G-d I didn’t have to find out,” and overwhelming gratefulness.
That sounds like an interesting story, Suzanne. 🙂 This one was similarly grateful to have escaped. Thanks for dropping in.
What a great story! All of those “what ifs” to think through. It’s made me think back to all of those big decisions I’ve made in my life and what might have happened if I made a different choice.
Thank you, Ellen! 🙂 We all have those “what if” moments, I’m sure.
This brought me back to my teenage years and all the emotions that went with those years. So well written and I really felt I was living what she was experiencing. I just signed up for “FlashBackFridays” and glad I did. Thanks, Debbie! <3
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Thank you for those lovely comments, Mary Lou. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂 This Flashback Friday blogfest has a lot of potential. Cheers!
Debbie,
This short story locked me in. It has moral and principles. It speak of a young man, sort of torn like James Dean, and a young woman who saved her own life by breaking it off in time. The story actually takes us back to the years of rebellion. Maybe you should take this out of your closet, rework it and submit it to various magazines that feature this type of fiction.
I personally like the theme.
Good job.
Shalom aleichem,
Patricia
I’m glad you like the story, Pat. You’ve given me something to think about. Thanks! 🙂
I find the “what if” game too tiresome to play. I don’t have the ability to consider that many possibilities. It’s much easier for me to look at things that actually happened and think about all the possible reasons why it happened.
Ah – a pragmatist. 🙂 That’s a good way to be. The reason it happened is obvious in this case. Apart from confronting death for the first time, the chilling part was knowing she could have been in that car on the fateful night. Good thing she broke it off beforehand!
What an excellent, universal story. Neil Diamond is the perfect background music for listening as I read. We all “What if?” Occasionally I still “what if” things that can never be changed.
Love,
Janie
I tried to share your post on Google+ and on Twitter, but I received error messages.
Sorry about that. There were some technical difficulties beyond my control. 😛 All is well now, far as I can tell. Thanks for trying!
Glad you liked it, Janie. 🙂 Both songs fit the story well. Most of us have played the “What If?” game at one time or another. Thanks for coming by and have a good weekend.
The what ifs always haunt us the most. Sometimes they lead to good fiction though.
What ifs can be troubling, if we dwell on them. She was haunted by the thought that she could have been in that car had she not terminated the relationship. Thanks for dropping in and have a good weekend. 🙂
These scenes are all too familiar. Fortunately, on this side, I was never close to anyone who met such an untimely demise… Getting out of that relationship, or lack thereof, was the best thing to do. Survival depended on it.
Fantastic writing here, Debbie. I applaud you.
Your words of praise have made my day, Myke. 😀 Thank you so much! Yes, it was fortuitous to break things off at the right time.
Life is filled with “what-ifs”. This is a fine piece of writing well worthy of a repeat.
Arlee Bird
Thank you, Lee. I’m glad you enjoyed the story! 🙂
This was outstanding, Debbie. And the Neil Diamond song was beyond perfect. Memories flooded back and down my face in sweet and salty streams as if a timeworn dam had finally burst. Bravo! And thanks, I think 😉
Thanks for the compliment, Diedre. 🙂 Both of those songs fit the story all too well.
Hi, Shady; It looks like there were some temporary technical problems on the server side (out of my control, unfortunately, as it’s a shared platform). Thanks for persevering! 🙂 Yes, we all did stupid things when we were young. Nobody worried about drinking and driving back then. Some of us survived and some didn’t. Glad you are among the older and wiser! As for the story, the “call of the wild” had grown wearisome. That’s what can happen when relationships are based solely on physical attraction.
The ‘what if’ question is such a wonderful prompt! I loved your story. I’ll have to consider joining in on the fun, but I’ve pulled back a bit, actually a great bit this summer. It’s for the positive though. Still, I do love flash fiction! 🙂
Hi Debbie, I am posting for the TMI blog hop on Monday.
Great writing, as always! Thanks!
I’m glad you enjoyed the story, Yolanda. 🙂 This blogfest is quick and easy (except for the reading and visiting part, of course). Once a month, we re-publish an old post. The writing has already been done and that’s 3/4 of the battle, yes? Thanks for dropping in. I know you’ve been busy elsewhere. Cheers!
Did I ever mention how much I enjoy your writing? You tell stores well, smoothly with clarity and brevity. Could you be carrying the spirit of Earnest Hemmingway? 😉
You flatter me, Chi Chi! 🙂 Although I’m a fan of Ernest Hemingway, he’s way above my league. Thank you so much; made my day!
I like this story. It makes you think. People come in and out of your life for so many reasons. Whether you liked them, loved them, or even hated them, when someone dies, you feel it. You feel the connection, whether good or bad, being disconnected.
I’m glad you liked the story! 🙂 Yes, death affects everyone, one way or another. Thanks for visiting and have a good weekend.
Great story and the only “what if” I’d of had on my mind is “what if I’d been in that car..” It’s sad that he lost his life, it would have been double the sadness had she.. Timing truly is everything..
Hi Mimi; oh, for sure! Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for visiting. 🙂
You have a way of telling a story, Debbie that draws the reader right in. As I read this one, I wondered if it was autobiographical – and then I realized from the comments :(.
The ‘what-ifs’ can haunt us until we deal with them and move on – but sometimes we do suppress the memories. I’m still learning to deal with mine!
Hi Corinne; Much (but not all) of the stuff I write is biographical. Very cathartic! It’s easier to tell the more painful stories in the third person. 🙂 Yes, better to deal with one’s bad memories than constantly suppress them, but I did that too, for a long time. Advancing age seems to bring them back up. Thanks for visiting and I hope to connect again soon. Cheers!
A life time of “what if’s”, Debbie. Your story unleashed a memory of teenagers in my sweetie’s father’s truck. His pal insisted on taking the wheel and suddenly death to a popular boy about to graduate leaving his parents bereft and alone with a Downs Syndrome younger brother. My future husband sat behind the wheel claiming he drove because his friend didn’t have a license. What a terrible time, never forgotten. Thanks, Debbie for a sad story well told.
Such a sad memory for you, Charmaine. 🙁 Appreciate your feedback about my little tale here. It is also a thinly disguised memoir; easier to tell in the third person. I was in a funk for days after writing that. Really dredged up some long-suppressed emotions. Ultimately, it was cathartic. Thanks for reading and have a great day!
I think most of us have experienced a relationship such as this one at some time in our lives. Still my heart would be a little broken. Thanks for sharing. Nice story.
Sorry; I thought you were commenting on the dog story and replied accordingly.(I deleted it, but, you may have received the email already – not sure.) Scratch that! LOL
So, about “What if”: Yes, it would certainly be heartbreaking. Even though they weren’t together any longer, to have a life snuffed out at such a young age, for whatever reason is a monumental tragedy. She couldn’t help being a little relieved about the timing of the breakup, though, callous as that may seem.
Lovely Debbie!
I like the way you have the power to weave such interesting stories that keep us glued to them right till the end…commendable indeed. Full of emotions, and the videos are lovely, especially Neil Diamond’s, an all time favorite 🙂
Thanks for sharing this with us. 🙂
Thank you Harleena! Glad you enjoyed it. Have a good weekend. 🙂
What a beautiful and thought provoking story dear Debbie!
Thank you, Jutta. Nice to see you here. 🙂
WOW, this was an amazing story. It really hit home for me because I have known guys like that who only wanted sex and nothing more. She was lucky to be rid of him. It would be awful to live with the “What if?” Considering his attitude towards her, she was better off without him. What a sad ending. Brilliantly written, but sad.
Kathy
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Oh; I agree that she was better off without him and she certainly timed the break up right, otherwise she could have been killed herself. Very sad when someone so young dies, but, he brought about his own demise. Thanks for reading Kathy. 🙂
Great story Debbie. You really are a wonderful storyteller. I’m still waiting for the book!!! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Loy! 😀 It will probably be later rather than sooner. Blogging takes up SO much of my time! 😉
I used to ask “what if ” till the impossibility of an answer started to agitate me and leave me in fear of losing my sanity. Now I ask, “What’s next,” and hope it’s something easy or pleasant.
That’s a much better attitude! 🙂 Thanks, Paul.
You are such a good story teller, you keep me hanging on every word, I love it. Such a tragedy when life ends at 21.
I wonder now that time has passed if she’s found her answer to the “what if” question. My best answer would be that God puts people in our lives sometimes for a long time and often times for a short while.
She got to experience life with him and since she had more time here He put her where she needed to be the day of the accident.
Thanks for the compliment, Corina and I’m glad this kept your attention. 🙂 Who knows what might have happened in a parallel universe? Personally, I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny, but, sometimes it makes you wonder…….Had the accident never happened, I think she would have forgotten about him. If he had survived the accident, she may have been drawn back, out of pity and empathy. If they had both been in the car and survived? I’m torn between her being angry at him and angry at herself. Either way, the relationship would not have survived. Of course, if they were both in the car and both died, then it’s all moot. 😉 There was a good movie in the 90s, starring Gwyneth Paltrow, called “Sliding Doors” about the parallel universe premise.
Thought provoking – I enjoyed reading this.
Hi Clowie; Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for visiting. 🙂
Wow! I’m absolutely speechless! Great job Debbie!
Thanks Bren! Quite the drama. 🙂
Good story here…You can feel her regrets, and then her confusion as to whether she should even have regrets
Thank you, Gizmo. Mixed emotions for sure. Always shocking when someone dies suddenly; especially one so young.
love this one!! what a great story and so many things could of been different!
Thanks, Linda! 🙂 Yes; so many possibilities…….