Hey.
Janie? Is that… where the hell are you?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
It's white. There's a lot of sand.
Can you see the ocean?
No.
You're sure?
It might be Utah. Or Colorado. Maybe South Dakota.
You said you were going to class!
I was.
No, you weren't. You were going to god-knows-where bumblefuck in some flyover state!
That wasn't where I was going.
That's where you are.
What's a flyover state?
Forget it. Just bring my car back, okay? I missed work three times.
What if I can't find it?
My car?
Back.
The car has a GPS locator. Just turn it on and-
It doesn't have that anymore.
It doesn't?
I needed gas.
Oh.
It doesn't have a radio either.
Look, just ask for directions at the next gas station. Ask a cop.
What if there isn't one?
A cop?
A gas station.
You're on a road. There's a gas station somewhere.
I don't see one.
What do you see?
Sand.
That's all.
It's white.
And you're sure there's no ocean.
No ocean.
Okay.
It's just white sand, all over. You know that thing Eskimos get? Snow blindness? It's like that. Even the sky is white.
Janie, it's three AM.
I'm just telling you what I see.
That's all. Nothing else, no signs or buildings?
The only thing that's not white is the road.
And my car.
And your car.
Janie, when are you coming home?














Comments
You're right on the 2 minute mark, and you know, *I* always want more
I'd love to borrow a car and drive to the middle of bumblefuck, though I think I'd probably head to a warm coastal town.
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I've always liked the idea of nothingness as white instead of black.
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I'm thinking of doing something with this play, after a little revision. Of course, you know me...after a little revision, it'll be three lines long.
We joke about flyover states in the US a lot. For the most part, people consider the east and west coasts the only places worth going to, so most of the states in the middle are places no one ever goes to, but only knows of from maps or from layovers. There's a running joke on the east coast that some of them don't even exist, since no one has ever met anyone that's actually been to one. That was part of what I had in mind when I wrote this.
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In regards to your recent journal, I'm still thinking. You know it takes me a while to do such things.
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I only hope that much of it survives.
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365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
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...in your mouth.
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~Elora
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