Common James Collin

OK...this is in exreme rough form...has not been edited at all so try to excuse any spelling, grammar or technical mistakes...not to mention things just plain not making sense...oh and enjoy...lol

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James Collin sat at the kitchen table in his Union Jack cotton boxers, the ones his wife hated. They were the only thing Blair let him keep that was a reminder of where he was from. Presently, he was watching her bob around the kitchen. As usual, she was half naked.

Too thin, James thought to himself. Her head reminds me of an olive on a toothpick. He’d been doing this a lot lately. Talking to himself because his wife was never really there and even when she was, she was never listening.

“Stop scowling at me,” Blair said with her back to him. She was preparing her usual breakfast of grapefruit and diet pills.

James straightened in the chair and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“I can see your reflection in the microwave,” she offered, still not turning around.

“If I am scowling, it is because it appears as though you have lost more weight. Which, by the way, I didn’t think was possible, given your current state of being.”

“I lost seven pounds, isn’t it great?” Blair said, spinning around to face him, her blonde braid reminding James of a horse’s tail as it whipped against the fridge, nearly knocking an ugly flamingo magnet to the floor. James suddenly remembered the recurring nightmare he’d been having and forced the memory from his mind.

“I suppose losing seven pounds would be quite gratifying,” James said, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms. “Especially if you hope the result of which are bony shoulders and a flat arse.”

“Fuck off James!”

“Gladly,” he said, standing and storming from the room.

“Your vocal coach wouldn’t be pleased to hear that accent this morning,” she called after him.

“Bitch,” James mumbled, slamming the door to his office adjacent to the kitchen. A moment later the door swung open and hit the wall behind it, knocking James’s California literary award to the floor. Blair had put it there despite James’s fear that the door might someday hit it and knock it to the floor. He now stared at the broken bits of glass and torn paper that meant so much to him and felt the anger rising in him.

“You are never going to get any acting work in this town if you don’t get rid of that ridiculous accent.”

“For the last bloody time Blair, I don’t want to be an actor in this town. In fact, I don’t want to be an actor at all. When are you going to realize that?” His accent had suddenly strengthened as he yelled at her.

“I hope you figure out what the fuck you want soon James or you are never going to survive.”

“There’s nothing to figure out Blair.” He forced himself to be calm. “I am a writer. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. I get paid to write. When will you get it through that giant head of yours?” Blair’s eyes went wide and she turned on her heel, whipping James in the face with her braid as she did so, then stormed from the room.

James stood looking at the empty doorway attempting to control his anger. He would have gone after her if he’d thought it would do any good. Instead he cleaned up the remains of his destroyed literary award and tossed it in the waste bin. Once finished, he left his office and climbed the stairs to the second level where he locked himself in the bathroom.

After a long hot shower, James stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and regarded his naked form. “She should be so lucky,” James said to his reflection. He had never been one for working out but his body was still in good shape for a man pushing forty-five. He had no beer belly to speak of though he did enjoy his ale. His arms and legs were not muscular but not quite spindly either.

His dark hair was currently askew as the moisture from the shower had tightened the curls on his head. He ran his long fingers through them and they bounced back into place. Blair had said she preferred blonde men but liked James’s chocolate eyes so she was willing to look past the hair. She once said he should have the freckle on his nose removed at some point because it might lead to cancer. James knew better; she had liked her men unblemished. James flexed briefly in the mirror and hearing the front door downstairs slam shut, unlocked the door and left the room.

James knew he’d have at least two hours before Blair returned. She did this everyday. She tormented him until he thought he’d go crazy then once something was broken and James would scream at her, she would disappear suddenly. James often wondered where she roamed when she left him alone. He imagined her tormenting other people that had disappointed her at some point in her short life.

This was James’ time to write, the only time of day he knew she wouldn’t be hovering over his shoulder, disturbing his thoughts. He went to his office and sat in front of his computer wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts. He turned on the monitor and stared at the last line he’d written the previous day before his anti-muse had returned from her jaunt outside of his perfect world.

“It’s all shit,” he said. “IT’S ALL SHIT!” James stood abruptly and his chair rolled behind him. He staggered back and attempted to fall down into the chair but missed and landed in an awkward position on the hardwood floor.

An hour later he was sitting in the waiting area of the emergency. He had seen a doctor and was currently waiting for the results of his x-rays.

“The doctor is ready to see you Mr. Collins,”

“It’s Collin, actually,” James said standing.

“Pardon me, Mr. Collins?” The nurse didn’t turn.

“Nothing.”



James sat solemnly on the couch in his living room, his right arm slung and in a cast. His wife stood in front of him, a sour look on her face.

“I can’t believe your stupidity.”

“Excuse me?” James looked up at her without expression.

“Where is your sense?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not following.” He watched her curl her lip at him before turning and leaving the room.

“Pathetic,” he heard her say on her way up the stairs.

“Wait just one minute,” James called after her, getting up too quickly, making his arm throb. He winced as he grabbed hold of the stair railing with his good hand and propelled himself up the stairs and into their bedroom. He managed to get a few feet inside the door before Blair pushed him and he staggered back out into the hallway. He hit the wall and swore before attempting to enter the room again. This time Blair’s response was to slam the door in his face. “Fine!” James yelled through the closed door before retreating back down the stairs and out the front door of their house. He got in his jeep and backed out of the driveway too quickly for his one handed driving, knocking over the garbage cans at the curb. He swore again and headed for the pub.


He knew Nick would be there as sure as he knew that the sun had risen that morning. James found him sitting in his regular spot in the corner by the bar. Nick spotted him and threw his arms up in the air. James grinned and walked quickly across the deserted bar to sit with his friend.

“You can’t imagine how good it is to see you,” James said, falling into the booth.

“Jesus, old man,” Nick mocked his friend’s accent, “what have you been getting yourself up to lately? I haven’t seen you in two weeks. What’s with the cast?” Nick reached across the table and punched James’s bad arm.

“Christ Nick. I broke it this morning. Do you mind?”

“Shit, sorry man. What the hell happened.” Nick took a swig of his beer.

“If it’s all the same to you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did Blair beat you up?” Nick threw his head back and laughed loudly. James could tell that he had already had at least six beers. Maybe more.

“Christ Nick, it’s barely noon and you’re pissed.”

“Normally I would beat the piss out of you for making such a comment but today I am celebrating my friend. So instead of kicking your puny British ass, I’m going to buy you a beer.”

“Thanks but it’s much too early.”

“Hey, Carla!” Nick ignored James’s refusal. “Bring us a round will ya?”

“So what are we celebrating?” James asked, deciding that a few beers might be just what he needed.

“I’m moving to Canada!” Nick stood up as he said it and threw his arms in the air again.

“Why the hell would you want to move to Canada?” James asked as Nick sat back down and lit a cigarette.

“If I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t say I’m nuts. It might sound crazy as shit, but this is the sanest decision I have ever made.”

“You’ve gone mad,” James said, “nuttier than a fruit cake.”

“I’m not nuts James.”

“Disputing the fact will not reverse your condition.”

“Ok, asshole. I’m not going to let you come with me then.”

“And why would I want to go to Canada?”

“Because that’s where I’ll be,” Nick leaned back in the booth and rested his blond head on the back of the padded seat. He tucked a stray curl behind his ear and took a long drag of his cigarette just as Carla appeared with their drinks. “Keep them coming,” Nick told Carla as he sat forward. James took a long swallow of the ice cold brew and set the bottle down on the table. He regarded his friend who was presently watching Carla walk away. Nick shook his head rapidly. Smirking, he winked a blue eye at James.

“Enlighten me Nick. Why would either of us want to move to Canada?”

Nick dropped his cigarette into an empty bottle on the table and looked at James. “Maria is in Canada.” He sat back again and a solemn look replaced the smirk from before.

“Refresh my memory. Who is Maria?”

“Don’t you ever listen to me? I told you about her the weekend we went fishing up at Firth Lake.”

“Well considering the fact that we were so pissed drunk that we couldn’t catch one bloody fish, I find it difficult to believe that I was in any condition to listen to you let alone remember it in the future.”

“Good point.” Nick nodded and lit up another cigarette. “Maria is the chick I met online.”

“Surely you jest. You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack my friend. I’m in love.”

“You . . . in love? Can’t be true. You’re too pissed to know what you’re saying.”

“James . . . I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like magic. I want to spend every waking moment with her.”

“You met her on the internet. You haven’t spent one moment alone with her let alone every waking one.”

“Dude, she was here for two weeks. She left last night. I woke up this morning and decided to follow her.”

“You can’t possibly leave me here on my own.”

“On your own? Last time I checked, you were still with a gorgeous blonde.”

“You always hated her, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but she was your wife and the important thing is that you loved her . . . I didn’t have to. You did love her didn’t you?”

“Love? Love is a strong word. And she is my wife.” James finished his beer and Carla arrived with refills for the two of them.

“Sorry?”

“You said, she was my wife, but she is still my wife, no matter what the past has dictated.”

“Right. Of course, whatever you say dude. So, has the dream returned?” Nick asked, another smirk appearing on his stubbled face.

“Not funny, Nick.”

“Actually, it’s the funniest shit I’ve heard in my life. And frankly it’s the only reason I keep you around. Your boring English ass is getting on my nerves with all the whining. If you can’t provide me with a little entertainment, you are of no use to me.”

“I don’t whine. And you’re a shit for bringing up those dreams. More like nightmares really.”

“You DID have the dream again, didn’t you?” Nick stood and staggered a bit before settling back into his seat once more.

“Fine. Yes. Every bloody night.” James was yelling. “I haven’t slept in weeks. I haven’t slept in my own bloody bed for three months. It’s very difficult to be with a woman you dream of riding like a pony in the bloody Kentucky Derby. Beating her ass with a riding crop as she gallops ‘round our house while the bloody neighbors stand in their bathrobes cheering us on and wave betting tickets at us. Besides, she won’t let me sleep in our bedroom.”

Nick was in hysterics. Laughing and coughing as he thumped his fists on the table. The bottles rattled and threatened to tip over. James reached across the table and slapped the side of Nick’s head. Nick sat back and continued to howl with laughter. James stood and walked away from his lunatic friend and out of the bar into the warm May afternoon.


The next few days were hell for James. Broken dishes, shouting matches with Blair and a constant pain in his arm. Before he knew it, he was packing his bags and lying to his wife about an acting job in Canada. “Anything to get her off my bloody back,” James said to Nick as they stood in line at the airport, waiting to get through security.

“You won’t regret this my friend. As long as she doesn’t follow you of course.” Nick said putting an arm around James.

“Be careful of the arm,” James reminded him. “And why would she follow me?”

“Because she’s as nutty as you are and will never let you live your life if you don’t get rid of her,” Nick laughed.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?”

“Oh let’s think about this for a moment shall we?”

“Nick, your exorcism comment wasn’t funny three months ago, it sure as hell isn’t funny now.”

“Fine, but just remember that it is your choice to let her ruin your life. You could be free if you really wanted to be.”

“Marriage is supposed to be forever, Nick.”

“Well, under the circumstances, and not to mention the reason you married her in the first place, I think that God and the law would make an exception in your case. Not to mention your wife is a nutcase.”

“You’re trying to be funny again, aren’t you?”

“Didn’t work?”

“Not in the least.”

“Sorry. I’ll try harder next time.”

“So I suppose Maria has no clue that I am tagging along?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she has room for you.”

“And how long do you intend on staying?” James asked. They had finally made it through security and were boarding the plane.

“I haven’t thought about it. I may never come back.” Nick smiled at James and went ahead of him down the narrow isle. James found his seat and said goodbye as Nick walked on to find his own.



Seven and a half hours later they landed in Moncton, New Brunswick. As they walked into the airport, they were greeted by a shriek as Maria spotted Nick and bolted toward them. She jumped into Nick’s arms and kissed him as he swung her around, unaware of nearly colliding with members of the crowd of people milling about the airport. Maria’s foot came in contact with James’s broken arm and he winced. He stood back to give them as much room as he could without receiving further injury.

Finally they parted and Nick pulled Maria over to James. “This is James,” Nick said. “He was feeling kinda bummed so I brought him along. Hope you don’t mind.”

Maria gave him a questioning look but shoved her hand out to him, “Hello, I am Maria. Nice to meet you James.” Nick had told James that Maria moved from Colombia nearly twenty years ago. Her accent was stronger than he thought it would be.

“Pleased to meet you, Maria.” James shook her delicate hand as he took in her long curly black hair and realized at once why Nick had fallen for her. She smiled from ear to ear showing perfect teeth.

“Oh, my friend Sofie is going to love you,” She said, letting go of his hand.

“Excuse me?” James said, looking from Maria to Nick, then back to Maria again.

“She loves British men.”

“Is she Spanish as well?” James asked.

“No. But she’s pretty. You’ll like her. She’s a bit crazy but you get used to that.”

“Well I’m not really interested in meeting anyone,” James said holding up his left hand to reveal his wedding band.

“Oh that is too bad,” Maria said, “because Sofie really likes British men. She’s a bit obsessed with British actors. Especially Colin Firth and Hugh Laurie.”

“Well I am actually quite boring. Nothing special. You needn’t introduce us.” James was hoping this would end the conversation.

“Well if you plan on staying, you’re going to have to meet her. She’s my best friend.”

Great, James thought as he followed Nick and Maria to the baggage claim. Just what I need, to be fending off some crazy Canadian girl who is obsessed with British men.


“Welcome to Sussex!” Maria said as they passed by a sign that said the same and also read ‘Dairy Capital of the Maritimes’.

James looked out the window in horror as they passed by a herd of cows and an awful smell met his nose. “What in the bloody blazes is that smell?” James said.

“Sorry,” Maria said, “It’s the spring thaw. Unless they are spreading today.”

“Spreading?” James said in a nasal voice due to the pinching of his nostrils to keep the offending smell at bay. “Spreading what?”

“The farmers spread manure on their fields,” Maria said.

“And how far is the city from here?” Nick asked.

“What city?” Maria said, turning onto an exit.

“Sussex,” Nick said.

“This is Sussex,” Maria said, pulling into a gas station. “Sussex isn’t a city, it’s a farming community.

“What?” Nick said. “You said there were eight million people living here.”

“No,” Maria said, “I told you there were eight thousand people living here.”

“Eight thousand?” Nick raised his voice.

“Where the hell did you think you were coming to, Nick?” Maria said.

“I thought I was moving to a city with eight million people. I am not a small town hick, Maria.” Nick slumped in the front seat and crossed his arms.

“Do you think I am a small town hick?” Maria said.

“Oh isn’t that sweet,” James piped up from the back seat. “Your first lover’s spat.” James laughed and Nick reached around the back seat and punched him. James laughed and was thankful that Nick had hit his left arm instead of his broken one.

Maria had gotten out of the car and returned a few minutes later after pumping her own gas. “It’s not as bad as it appears to be,” Maria said, turning in the seat to face Nick.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Nick said, staring out the window.

“I’m sorry Nicky. Please don’t leave me because of this,” Maria said. She reached out to Nick and clutched at the sleeve of his jean jacket. He turned toward her and gave her a small smile.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me there is a mall in this pot hole.”

Maria let out a screech and pulled Nick to her where they proceeded to make out in front of James. James rolled his eyes and mumbled a few curses before slumping down in the seat and staring out at the highway that they had just exited from. He would have given anything at that moment to be back on the highway, headed in the direction from which they had just traveled.

“I love you papi,” Maria said when they finally parted.

“I love you too baby,” Nick said.

“Good grief, can we get on with it? I’ll not sit here and listen to this for one more second,” James threatened.

“Sorry James,” Maria said laughing. She started the engine and pulled out of the gas station.

A few minutes later, they were driving into the town and James marveled at how it reminded him of his childhood home back in England. The same architecture and same style of houses and brick sidewalks along the main streets. James smiled and felt at home suddenly.

“I like it here already,” James said.

“It’s not so bad I guess,” Nick said rolling his window down. The smell of manure was thick in the air but James found he was getting used to it.



Maria’s apartment was a one bedroom cubby hole in a building in the middle of town. They entered to the sound of a wailing baby.

“You have children?” James asked. Nick gave him a questioning look. “What? It’s a valid question? I hear a crying baby.”

“My neighbors have three kids,” Maria said.

“Oh, great,” James said, suddenly regretting the spontaneous decision to come along with Nick. The town he could get used to, but he’d never get any peace of mind with the sound of crying children coming through the walls at all hours. He had never been fond of small children.

“Wise up,” Nick said, “or I’ll send you back to Blair in a shoe box.”

“At least I’d be out of my misery,” James said.

“Is Blair your wife?” Maria said, carrying Nick’s luggage across the living room into her bedroom. James had left his own luggage at the door, unsure of where he should put it. He hadn’t brought much, and he was sure in his haste to get away from Blair, that he had forgotten a few crucial items.

“Yes,” James called out, sitting on the large sofa in the living room.

“I see you’ve found your bed,” Maria smiled at James as she returned.

“Ah, yes,” James said patting the cushion beside him. “Seems comfortable enough. For tonight anyway. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll splurge for a hotel room.”

“Oh, I don’t think that is going to be possible,” Maria said. “There is a huge farmer’s convention in town for the next three weeks and the motels are generally booked up solid. But I can call around for you later if you like.”

“Sure, that would be great. Thanks.” James watched as Nick looked around the small apartment, picking up photographs and books.

“She looks scary, is this your mother? ” Nick asked holding out a photograph.

“No,” Maria laughed, “That’s my oldest sister Esmeralda. And yes, she is scary.” Maria picked up another photograph and handed it to Nick. “This is mama. When she was my age.”

“She’s beautiful. I can see where you get your looks,” Nick winked at Maria and James was forced to witness yet another make-out session.

“Well I’m just going to unpack,” James said, rising from the sofa.

“Oh sure,” Maria said, breaking away from Nick. “There is a coat closet behind the door where you can hang your things.”

“Thanks,” James said, picking up his luggage and carrying it back to the sofa. He tried to ignore the pair as Nick whispered things into Maria’s ear that made her giggle.

“I’m just going to show Nick the bedroom,” Maria laughed. They didn’t give James time to respond. Maria grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom where they shut the door. James heard a lock engage and more giggles come from Maria.

“Christ, what have I gotten myself into?” James muttered to himself.

James spent the next half hour unpacking his things and making mental notes of what he had forgotten. Razors, shaving cream and socks topped the list. He hung up what he could but most he left in his suitcase because his arm was throbbing. He made another mental note to buy some pain killers.

After unpacking, James settled himself on the sofa and turned on the large screen television, turning up the volume to drown out the sounds coming from Maria’s bedroom. “At least Nick is getting some,” James muttered. A few minutes later, James felt something sharp puncture his heel. He jumped off the couch and knelt down beside it to see what had injured him. He gingerly lifted up the ruffled bottom of the sofa’s cover and a large, grey paw suddenly sprang out and grabbed his hand. James jumped back and sat on his haunches waiting for the beast to show itself.

A few minutes later a very fat, gray cat un-stuffed itself from under the sofa and slowly made it’s way to where James was now sitting on the floor, nursing his clawed ring finger by sucking on the wound. The cat sniffed around James before finally deciding that he was not a threat and proceeded to rub against his bad arm. James scratched the cat behind it’s ears and smiled as the cat purred in response.

“You’re not so bad, are you?” James said standing and retreating back to the couch. The cat quickly waddled after him and joined him on the sofa. “You’ve wounded me,” he said to the cat as it settled down beside him and continued to purr until it fell asleep.

A few minutes later, James’ finger began to swell and he was forced to take off his wedding band. He set it on the end table beside the sofa and picked up the remote to change the channel on the television just as Maria emerged from the bedroom.

“Your cat attacked me,” James said, grinning.

“Don’t worry, Lucy won’t be staying long. Just until Sofie get’s home from work tonight. She doesn’t like to leave her alone in the apartment when she has to work all day.”

“Oh, I see. Well she’s no trouble really. It seems we’ve made up,” James said. He stroked the cat’s back and marveled at how loud her purr was.

“Hey, you’re still here,” Nick said, walking into the room and slapping James in the back of the head on his way to the kitchen.

“Yes well, I didn’t have anyplace I needed to be at this time,” James said.

“You could take my car for a drive around town if you like?” Maria said.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind going for a walk. Is there a shop in walking distance? I need to pick up a few things.”

“Yeah. If you go out onto the main street and turn right, you can get to the mall in about ten minutes. Just walk straight and you can’t miss it.” Maria said, scooping ice cream into a bowl.

“Thanks,” James said, watching Maria spoon feed ice-cream to Nick. He couldn’t escape fast enough.



James had exited the building and turned right, walking up the main street as Maria had instructed. The smell of french fries greeted his nose which was a welcome change from the manure. James looked up to see the familiar signs of fast food restaurants and smiled. He saw the mall at once and walked the short distance across the parking lot to the entrance of a small department store.

Once he had found the things he needed, James found a cash register close to the entrance. Juggling his items, he stood in the short line-up and waited as a cute cashier was attempting to get a price for an item without a tag. The customer ahead of him sighed impatiently as she waited for her turn and the cashier glanced in James’ direction and smiled slightly.

Suddenly James’ finger began to throb. “Oh bugger,” James said out loud. The impatient lady ahead of him turned and gave him an offended look. The cashier also looked up but she didn’t look offended. She looked amused. “Sorry,” James said. “I just realized that I had forgotten something.” James backed up, nearly dropping his things, and left his place in line to search for bandages.

“Sir?” He heard when he had taken only a few steps. He turned to see the cashier leaning out from her small cubicle. “I can hold your items here if you like?”

“Yes, that would be great. Thanks.” James walked to the cashier and she helped him deposit his things onto the counter. “Thank you, I appreciate this,” James said, smiling at the cashier. She smiled back and tucked her straight, brown, shoulder length hair behind one ear.

“No problem,” she said, still smiling. “And if you need any assistance I’m right here.”

“Right then. Thanks again,” James said, backing away from her. He realized he was staring at her and turned, nearly colliding with the lady who had been waiting ahead of him. She had left her place in line and was muttering about slow cashiers and not enough employees.

“Watch where you’re going frenchie,” she said, elbowing him in his bad arm. He winced and gave the woman the room she needed to waddle ahead of him and down the main isle. One last lingering look toward the smiling cashier and James went in search for his forgotten items.


James had lingered in the store longer than needed. He had gone back to the cash to find the cute brunette had been replaced by a gray haired lady with thick glasses. He thought about asking the lady where the little brunette had gone but wondered why and how it would look to for a stranger to be asking after a young girl so instead he backed out of the line and wandered around the store searching for her.

Eventually he gave up and paid for his merchandise. He left the store through the same entrance and was walking away when he heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned to find the brunette standing outside the entrance. She appeared to be upset about something and dragged on a cigarette like it was her life support. A bulking blonde man in a muscle shirt and bicycle shorts stood in front of her, balancing his bike between his huge thighs. He had several cuts and bruises on his body and it appeared as though his helmet was caved in on one side.

“Rough sport,” James muttered. James had been staring at her for a few minutes when she looked up and smiled slightly.

“Did you get everything you needed?” She asked him.

“Um, yes,” James managed to stutter. A part of him wanted to ask her if she needed assistance and he imagined in his mind that he hulk of a man muttering to her was an old boyfriend who wouldn’t let the past die. Unfortunately the man was twice his size and he couldn’t muster the courage to ask if she needed his help.

“Great. Have a good day sir.” She wasn’t smiling now. James thought he saw a pleading look in her eyes as the man continued to mutter to her. He couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the expression on his bloodied face hinted at anger.

“Thanks. Likewise.” James turned and walked away from the girl, cursing to himself for being a wimp and for being so silly. Why was he suddenly concerned about a girl he didn’t know? He blamed it on being a man with a simple animal attraction to a pretty girl but he thought of her the entire way back to Maria’s apartment. He was about to knock on the door when Maria and Nick appeared at the end of the hallway. “Hey mate,” he said as Nick approached him and slapped him on the back.

“How’s it hanging buddy?” Nick laughed and unlocked the door, swinging it wide to allow James through. Maria had disappeared somewhere.

“Where did Maria go?” James asked, thankful for a few moments alone with his friend.

“She went to see if Sofie is home yet. She hasn’t heard from her in a few days apparently and she’s been worried about her.”

“Oh?” James had fantasies that Maria’s friend had decided to pick up and move to Africa in the middle of the night. The realization that she probably wouldn’t leave her cat made James frown. She was probably home and James would have to suffer the torment of a crazy woman for the rest of the day or worse, the rest of the visit.

“Maria said it’s not like her to leave Lucy with her for so long,” Nick said as he shut the door and walked to the fridge. “Want a beer?” Nick threw one to James without waiting for him to respond. James dropped his shopping bag and caught the beer with his left hand.

“Thanks,” James said. He fumbled with the cap and Nick crossed the room and grabbed the bottle from him. Nick twisted the cap off and handed it back to James. “Cheers,” James said clinking bottles with his friend. He took a long swallow of the beer and belched loudly to signal his approval. “This is good. What kind is it?”

“Alpine. I think it’s a local beer,” Nick said settling his lean frame on the sofa.

“It’s good,” James said, reading the label before sitting at the opposite end of the couch.

“So, did you enjoy your shopping trip?” Nick asked before taking another drink of this beer.

“Mmm hmm,” James nodded as he swallowed another mouthful. “Splendid.” James took another drink and drained the bottle. He turned to find Nick staring at him with a lop-sided grin on his tanned face.

“What happened?” Nick squinted his eyes at James.

“Nothing,” James said, sliding forward on the sofa and perching on the edge. “Is there anymore of this?” James asked, waving the empty bottle at Nick. He got up and went to the fridge, opening it to find it was full of beer. He grabbed another bottle and this time had no trouble with the cap. He stood in the open door of the fridge and chugged the beer down. When he had once again emptied the bottle, he took another and shut the fridge door. He turned to find Nick leaning against the entrance to the tiny kitchenette.

“Something happened while you were out,” Nick said.

“Nothing happened,” James said. “I’m just hot and jet-lagged.” James walked back to the couch and hoped his friend wouldn’t press the situation.

“You can’t lie to me,” Nick said, following James back to the living room.

“Oh, yes I can.”

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Fine. I met a girl and have this odd attraction to her and I didn’t spend more than two minutes in her presence.”

“Ah, ya see? That wasn’t so hard. So did you get her number?”

“No Nick, I didn’t get her number. I told you, I spent two minutes with her.”

“What’s her name?”

“I don’t know,” James said, “I didn’t even think to look at her name tag.”

“So, do want to know her name? Maybe Maria knows who she is, small town and all.”

“Don’t you dare say a word to Maria. What would she think of a married man asking about girls. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

“But it wouldn’t be a wrong idea, would it?”

“Of course it would be the wrong idea. I’m not you Nick. I don’t see a pretty girl and just decide to shag her.”

“We’re men, James. Shagging is all we think about.”

“Maybe when I was your age.”

“Let’s not have this conversation again. You are not old. And besides, you’re a good looking guy. Why wouldn’t any girl in her right mind not want you?”

“Blair didn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s what’s making you hesitate? Blair?”

“Well of course!”

“I have tried to be a good friend and support you through this crisis you are going through with your wife but you’re starting to piss me off. You’re not being realistic.” Nick propelled himself off the couch and started toward the door.

“Look I’m sorry, but this has been difficult for me to deal with. And I appreciate your support and friendship more than you know.”

“Really,” Nick said, turning to face James.

“Yes.”

“So will you at least agree to let me help you meet someone? I think if you met someone new, that you could finally realize how much better off you are without Blair. When she left you, it was the best thing that could have ever happened to you.”

“If only she hadn’t come back,” James said. He set his beer bottle down beside his wedding ring and stared at the gold band.

“You do realize that we sound like a couple of chicks.”

“Yes,” James laughed. “I suppose we do.”

“Just try to enjoy this vacation from your wife?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good. And no more of this touchy feely stuff. I’m starting to think you might be gay.”

“If anyone’s a poof here, it’s you, Nicky,” James said, trying not to laugh.

Nick sat back down beside his friend and punched James in the shoulder before turning on the television. They watched a baseball game and waited for Maria to return. It was twenty minutes before the door opened and Maria emerged with tears in her eyes. Nick automatically leapt from the couch and encircled Maria in his arms.

“What’s wrong baby?” Nick asked.

“She’s not there,” Maria choked out. “I used my key to let myself in because I was worried. The apartment looks like someone ripped it apart. I don’t know what to do.”

“Did you try her at work?”

“Yeah, they said she came in for about an hour and then disappeared.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she got sick and went to a relative’s house.”

“She doesn’t have any family here or anywhere else. She was raised by her grandmother but she’s been dead for five years.”

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about,” Nick said as he held Maria. She sobbed on Nick’s shoulder for a few minutes before Nick finally let go of her and Maria retreated to the bathroom.

“Yikes,” Nick said as he sat down on the couch. “Doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m sure she’ll turn up,” James said trying to concentrate on the ball game.

“But you’re hoping she won’t,” Nick whispered.

“Wot?” James said. “I don’t know where you would get that idea.”

“Listen. I wouldn’t worry too much about Sofie bothering you. Maria said she works from sun up to sun down so she won’t have much time to chase you.” Nick was looking at James and James knew he was waiting for a reaction. He was not going to give anything away.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” James said.

“You can’t fool me pal. But if she does bother you, just remind her of how much you love your darling wife. Since you won’t do anything about this chick you met.”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” James said, looking at his friend.

“All I’m saying is that you now have two opportunities to get laid and you’re going to pass one up just because the girl in question is a nutcase.”

“Who said she was a nutcase? I didn’t say that,” James said, wondering if Nick had read his mind.

Nick leaned close to James suddenly and whispered to him, “Maria told me that she’s been on all sorts of meds since her boyfriend died.”

“Her boyfriend died?” James couldn’t deny his interest was suddenly piqued.

“Yeah, about six months ago. Maria said that Sofie doesn’t sleep anymore and she keeps hallucinating that her boyfriend is still alive.”

“She is a nutcase,” James said, suddenly afraid that Sofie would turn up alive and well.

Maria emerged from the bathroom fresh-faced and smiling. “Let’s get drunk,” she said. “Let’s get drunk and go to the bar.”

“Sounds good to us,” Nick said. “Right James?”

“Yeah, sure. That is...if I am invited.”

“Of course you are invited,” Maria said still smiling.

“I’m sure Sofie will be home by tonight, babe,” Nick said standing and walking to Maria.

“Yes, I’m sure she will be,” Maria said kissing Nick on the cheek and walking into the kitchen.


They drank beer all day until the fridge was nearly empty. They ordered pizza and Maria cleared the living room furniture out of the way so she could show the guys her dance moves. James had to admit she was one of the sexiest women he’d ever encountered in his life.

They left for the local bar at approximately 11:30 and arrived to a packed house. James hadn’t known what to expect from the “Dry Ass” but was pleased to be greeted by modern rock music as they walked in the door. Nick and Maria automatically found the dance floor and James decided to find the bathroom before finding the bar. He was making his way through the crowd when he spotted her. The cute cashier from the department store. Remembering his conversation with Nick earlier that day, he decided to do something about his attraction to this girl. Suddenly he found himself standing beside her at the bar and couldn’t think of what to say to break the ice. She turned and smiled at him.

“I remember you,” she said, planting a kiss on James’ cheek.

“Um, hi,” James said. He hadn’t expected the kiss.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that.” She laughed suddenly and James couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t mind,” he said. “So how are you?”

“I’m better now,” she said. “I haven’t seen a friendly face since I got here.”

“I know the feeling,” James said, looking around at the room of strangers. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. I’ll take a beer.”

“What brand do you prefer?” James asked.

“Coors Light,” she said to the bartender who had been waiting for their order.

“I’ll have an Alpine,” James said.

“So are you new in town?” The girl said.

“Yes and no. I’m just visiting actually. I came with a friend.”

“How long are you staying?” She asked, taking a drink of her beer.

“I don’t know. It was a spur of the moment decision. I wager, I’ll go back when my friend does.”

“And how long is he staying?” She was smiling. It was a wonderful sight.

“I don’t know,” James said. He was smiling back at her and they stood for a moment in silence, smiling and staring at each other. “Would you like to get some air?” James said, feeling uncomfortable in the stuffy bar.

“Sure, but I’m with some work people. I’ll just go let them know that I’m stepping out for a moment.”

“OK. Actually I was on my way to the loo when I spotted you.”

“I’ll meet you back here then,” she said. She was still smiling. She leaned into him and kissed his cheek again before turning and walking away.

“Wonderful,” James said out of her earshot. He watched her walk away.

“Who was that?”

“Sorry?” James turned to find Nick standing behind him ordering at the bar.

“That little hottie you were talking to.”

“That’s the girl I was telling you about.”

“Way to go,” Nick said, slapping James on the back.

“Where’s Maria?” James asked, attempting to change the subject. He was still a bit uncomfortable with the situation.

“She’s on the dance floor.”

“She really is a good dancer,” James said, looking to the dance floor to find Maria dancing by herself. “Listen,” James said. “I need to go to the loo, and then I’m going to go outside for some air.”

“Tell me you’re not leaving,” Nick said. He took a drink of the beer the bartender had handed him and gave James a look of disappointment.

“No, I’m just going out for some air. It’s very stuffy in here.”

“OK, fine. But if you take off, I’m going to kick your ass. I saw the way she looked at you. Don’t blow this.””

“I won’t disappoint you, or her, I promise,” James said, laughing.

James left Nick at the bar and went to relieve himself. When he returned to the bar to meet the cute cashier, he stopped in his tracks. Nick was still standing by the bar. He had an odd expression on his face. Maria was hugging someone and when they pulled apart, James recognized the brunette. He walked over to them and waited to be acknowledged. Maria noticed James standing there and a look of excitement came over her face.

“You have to meet James!” She exclaimed.

“Actually we’ve already met. Twice.” James smiled at Maria’s friend.

“What? I don’t get it,” Maria said.

“James?” It was Nick. He had the same odd expression on his face. “Let’s take a walk.”

“But I...” Nick grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the girls.

“What the hell are you doing?” Nick said, once he had pulled James into the washroom.

“I don’t understand,” James said.

“Forget everything I said about pursuing that girl”

“Why?” James said.

“Trust me on this one.”

“Explain,” James said.

Suddenly Nick grabbed James by his broken arm and hauled him out of the washroom and back to the bar where the girls still stood talking.”

“James, meet Sofie.”

“Shit,” James said staring at her. “Bugger shit.” James turned and walked toward the door. He made it outside and gulped in the cool night air.

“Are you OK?”

James turned to find Sofie standing behind him. “Yeah I’m fine. Look, I’m sorry but...” He didn’t know what to say.

“What are you sorry for?” She asked.

“I just...,” James stared at her and tried to separate the girl he had met from the Sofie that she was. “I needed some air. I felt a bit queezy all of a sudden.”

“Oh, no problem. It’s packed tonight. It can get pretty stuffy in there some nights.”

“Yes, well I think I’m OK now.” James opened the door for Sofie and she walked back into the bar.

For the rest of the evening, James distanced himself from Sofie. She made several attempts to strike up a conversation but James found ways to give the hint that he was not interested. Closing time seemed to take forever to arrive and when they finally announced the last song of the evening, James headed for the door.

“Would you like to dance?”

James turned to find Sofie. “Um, not really. I’m not feeling well. I’m going to go outside to wait for Nick and Maria.” He looked to the dance floor to find the pair locked in an embrace, gently swaying to the ballad the dj had chosen for the last song.

“Look. Have I done something wrong? You were sending all the right signals until we were properly introduced. Can you please tell me what I’ve done wrong?”

“You haven’t done anything,” James said. The look on her face cut through him. “And I suppose that one dance won’t kill me.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Really?” She smiled and James was reminded of the girl he had met before being introduced to her as Sofie. He pushed the mixed feelings down and nodded to her. She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor.

The song was already half over and James was glad for it. Sofie had put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her as they danced. On instinct he wrapped his own arms tightly around her waist and held her until the last notes of the song were played. The lights came on and the familiar chords of “New York, New York” began to play. They parted and James looked up at the bright lights and laughed.

“That’s odd,” he said.

“It’s tradition,” Sofia said. “Every night we get to hear old Tony singing this. They changed it once to “Closing Time” by...well I forget the name of the group right now but anyway. It just wasn’t the same. I’m glad they changed it back.”

“Right,” James said. He couldn’t think of what else to say.

“Thanks for the dance,” Sofie said, squeezing his right arm above the cast. “What happened?”

“I fell and broke it,” James said.

“Ah, and what about this? Oh wow, it looks infected.” Sofie had taken James left hand and was examining the wound on his ring finger. The bandage had come off at some point in the evening.

“Ah yes. Well I was in the wilds of Sussex when a ferocious beast attacked me. A giant gray cat called Lucy. Horrible creature. Scared the bejeezus out of me.” James heard Sofie laugh and she cupped one hand over her mouth. “It doesn’t look good,” James continued, trying to be serious. “The doctor says it may have to be chopped.”

Sofie bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “I’m so sorry. She really is a very nice cat.”

“Oh, we’ve made up since then,” James said smiling. “I suspect she’ll never want to see you again though, having abandoned her for so long.” The smile left Sofie’s face and James wondered what he had said to make her look so sour.

Suddenly Sofie reached for James and kissed him. He didn’t pull away but hesitated long enough in his surprise for Sofie to notice. She backed away from James. “I’m sorry,” She said. There were tears in her eyes.

“You surprised me is all. I didn’t mean to...”

“No it’s OK. You’ve changed your mind about your interest in me. I understand. I should be used to it by now. Most guys think I’m...” she trailed off.

“Crazy?” James cupped his hand over his mouth. “Sweet Jesus, I can’t believe I’ve just said that. I’m so sorry. It must be the mass quantities of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight” James was squeezing her upper arms now and she was looking at him with an odd expression on her face.

“What has Maria told you?” Sofie said, shaking off his grip on her arms. She backed away a few steps.

“I’m so sorry,” James said. He couldn’t think of anything else to say. He had stuck his giant foot in his mouth and it was now lodged there. Any attempt to explain himself would surely make the situation worse. But that’s what he wanted right? To have Sofie off of his trail and headed in the opposite direction? So then why was he searching his brain for the right thing to say? Sofie didn’t give him the chance to improve the situation. She turned from him and he helplessly watched her run from the dance floor and out of the bar.

“What the hell did you say to her?” Maria was walking toward him with Nick on her heels. She punched James’ left shoulder and he stepped back from her.

“I think I may have said something that I shouldn’t have.” No sense on lying about the situation.

“Sofie is a nice girl. Just because she’s loco doesn’t mean she’s not worthy of your time. I always told her that British men were all full of themselves.” James stood, mouth gaping, as Maria spewed a mouthful of Spanish. James was sure they were not nice words.

“I’ll just go after her then,” James said, looking at Nick and backing away from Maria who was still uttering a litany of foul language in his direction. Nick shrugged his shoulders. “Right then. I’m off.” James turned and hurried out of the bar.

James looked around at the crowd of people that had gathered outside the door. Sofie was nowhere in sight. He was searching the crowd frantically when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. A hulking man on a bicycle, traveling at top speed across the parking lot of the adjacent mall. The same man from this afternoon, James thought to himself. Just before the man disappeared around the corner of the mall, James saw him glance in his direction and smile.

James took off at a run, not wondering why. He didn’t like the look of the man on the bicycle and James would bet his life that he was heading off in the same direction that Sofie had gone. He turned the corner of the mall just in time to see Sofie disappear around another corner. The man on the bicycle was nowhere to be found but James continued at a run anyway. He turned the corner and nearly collided with Sofie who had stopped in the alley to lean against the brick wall of the building. She screamed and James jumped back.

“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!” Sofie said.

“Sorry,” James said, attempting to catch his breath. “I didn’t mean to. I just...I just wanted to catch up with you. I thought you might be in danger.”

“And why would I be in danger?” Sofie said. She was fumbling in her purse, looking for something.

“Well, I...” James looked around at the empty alley and then back to Sofie who was still struggling with the contents of her purse. “You don’t have pepper spray in there do you?” James stepped back and tripped over his own feet. His shoulder blade came into contact with the cement wall behind him and he winced.

“No,” Sofie said. “I’m looking for my cigarettes.

“There,” James said, pointing to the ground beside Sofie’s feet. “I think you dropped them.”

“Thank God,” Sofie said bending and scooping up the package. She took one out and with a shaking hand attempted to light it. She dropped the lighter and James bent over to retrieve it for her. He engaged the flame with a quick flick and Sofie put a hand over his, leaning forward slightly so the cigarette could come into contact with the flame.

“You’re shaking,” James said. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Sofie said, taking a long drag of the cigarette and leaning back against the building.

“But you’re not. Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing happened. I get shaky when someone upsets me. Well done.”

“I’m sorry,” James said. What else could he say?

“Why did you come after me? You obviously have no interest in me.”

“I told you. I thought you might be in danger. And, I thought that perhaps it might be prudent to explain myself to you.”

“Explain yourself? There’s nothing to explain.”

“But there is,” James said. He took a step toward Sofie and she began to walk away. He followed her and walked side by side with her once they’d cleared the alley.

“I’m not stupid. I figured it out.” Sofie was walking quickly and James was having trouble keeping up with her.

“And what exactly did you figure out?” James said, his breath labored.

“When you arrived, Maria told you about crazy Sofie. You met me and didn’t know that I was one in the same. You were attracted to me but once you found out who I was, you changed your mind.”

“That’s only about half right,” James said.

“Only half? There’s more?” Sofie stopped and turned toward James. She dropped her cigarette and crushed the butt under her shoe. She pulled another from the package and James lit it for her. The lighter was still in his hand.

“Yes, there is more,” James said. They began walking again. “Nick had this funny idea that I would come here and hook up with a local girl. But unfortunately my life doesn’t allow things as simple as that.”

“I’m not following.”

“When your cat scratched me, the wound started to swell and it caused my ring to chaff my finger. I had to take it off.”

“Are you going to get to the point anytime soon?” Sofie was walking fast again.

“It was my wedding ring. I had to take off my wedding ring.”

Sofie stopped in her tracks and turned to face James. “You are unbelievable,” Sofie said. She started walking again but turned to face James when he began following once more. “Stop following me,” she said. “Just leave me alone.” James did as he was told and watched Sofie walk away from him. She disappeared around another corner before he started after her again. He turned the corner and Sofie was waiting for him. “I told you to stop following me.”

“I’m not following you. We are going to the same building. And besides. I don’t know my way. I don’t have a choice but to follow.”

“Go back to the bar. I’m sure Nick and Maria waited for you.”

“Somehow I doubt that. Maria was pretty pissed at me for upsetting you.”

“She was?”

“Yes. She may think you’re crazy but for some reason she cares about you.” James smiled, hoping his joke wouldn’t offend Sofie.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, James staying a few feet behind Sofie. They reached the building and Sofie didn’t hold the door for James. She went her separate way up the stairs and didn’t respond when James wished her a good night. James stood at the foot of the stairs listening to her footsteps and waited until he heard the sound of Sofie’s door echo down the hallway as she shut it behind her.

James stood in front of Maria’s apartment door and knocked. When no one answered he swore and walked back down the hallway. All he wanted was to lay down and sleep. He had drank too much; more than Blair would have ever allowed him too. James laughed at the thought as he sat on the cement steps leading up to Sofie’s floor. He sat there for ten minutes before deciding to go to Sofie.

He ascended the steps and entered the hallway, realizing he had no idea which apartment was Sofie’s. He tried to determine the number of steps Sofie had taken before he heard the door close and decided that it was either 307 or 308. He knocked quietly on the first door and softly said Sofie’s name, hoping he wouldn’t wake the tenant if this wasn’t Sofie’s door. After three attempts and no response, James went to the next apartment. He was about to knock when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around but there was nobody there.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” James said, holding his hand to his chest. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he found it hard to catch his breath.

“James?”

“Shit,” James said, spinning around to face Sofie.

“What are you doing?” Sofie was looking up and down the hallway.

“I...ah...Maria and Nick aren’t home yet.”

“So?”

“Listen. I...ah...I really need to use the loo. Do you mind?”

“This isn’t a good idea,” Sofie said.

“Please? I’ll only be a moment, I promise.”

“James, I haven’t been home in a few days and the place is a disaster.”

James suddenly remembered how upset Maria was that afternoon at the state of Sofie’s apartment when she had let herself in. James pushed Sofie aside and let himself into her apartment. He rushed into the living room to find it spotless and everything in it’s place.

“James, you can’t be here.”

“Why’d you lie?” James said, turning to face Sofie.

“I didn’t lie,” Sofie said. Suddenly she looked around and an odd expression came over her face.

“What’s wrong?” James said, stepping toward her.

“You have to leave,” she said, wide eyed.

“I promise I’ll just use the loo and leave.”

“You don’t understand.” Sofie was walking through the apartment now, shutting doors and picking things up and putting them in a different place.

“What are you doing?”

“Just tidying. I don’t like it when things are out of order.”

“Everything looks fine to me,” James said walking past Sofie toward the bathroom.

“No,” Sofie said standing in front of James. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. When they reached the front door, Sofie took a key off the hook and handed it to him. “This is Maria’s spare key.” She opened the door and pushed James out into the hallway. James turned to object only to nearly collide with the slamming door.

“Why is this always happening to me?” James said to the ceiling. He turned from the door and walked down the hallway.

“Where the hell have you been?” Nick was in James’ face as soon as he opened the door.

“I walked Sofie home,” he said.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were leaving?”

“I’m a big boy,” James said, pushing past Nick and heading for the couch. He dropped his tired body on it and let out an exasperated breath as Lucy jumped on his lap and began to purr as she rubbed her gray head against James’ chin.

“Fine. Suit yourself. But just so you know, this town isn’t as safe as it appears.”

“Yeah, sure.” James felt himself floating down into sleep.


A soft knocking woke James from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find he was in a slouched, sitting position. Lucy was asleep beside him, purring gently. He heard the knocking again and forced himself off of the sofa to go to the door. He opened it to find Sofie.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “Do you want to go out and get a coffee?”

“No, I don’t,” James said. “I want to go back to sleep.”

“Please, James. I need to get some air and I’m afraid to walk by myself.”

“Fine,” James said. “Just let me find Maria’s spare key.” James turned and nearly tripped over Lucy who had come to investigate. Startled, the cat leapt out into the hallway, past Sofie and through the entry way to the stairs.

“Lucy!” Sofie began to run after the cat and James followed the pair up to the next floor. He reached the landing in time to see Lucy enter Sofie’s apartment through the open door. “Lucy, NO!” Sofie cried.

“Why did you leave your door open?” James said from behind her. Just as he said it, the door slammed shut and Sofie turned to face James.

“I didn’t. I didn’t leave it open.” Tears were streaming down her face. “We have to get Lucy out of there.”

“Give me your keys,” James said, not quite understanding what was happening. Sofie handed them to James and he went to the door. He unlocked it and opened it a foot but it would go no further. He leaned on the door with his good shoulder and pushed. Suddenly it swung wide and James was staring into the pitch black apartment. Lucy leapt out of the darkness and into his arms before the door slammed shut.

“Let’s go,” Sofie said, taking Lucy from James. He followed them once more down the hallway until they got to the stairs. Once again, James felt the sensation of someone placing their hand on his shoulder and he spun around to view an empty hallway. His breathing ragged, he swore as he saw Sofie’s door gently close shut.

“Give me the cat,” James said when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“What? Why?”

“Just give her to me,” James said. When she didn’t volunteer the cat, James forced the ball of fur from her arms. He stormed down the hallway toward Maria’s apartment and unlocked the door. Placing Lucy inside on the sofa, he left the apartment and locked the door behind him. He grabbed the sleeve of Sofie’s sweater and pulled her down the hallway, through the front door of the building and out into the parking lot. He grabbed her upper arms and forcing her to look at him, shook her. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know.” Sofie began to sob and James pushed her away. He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair.

“What the fuck was that?” he said, stopping in front of her. She was sitting on the ground now, her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth.

“I can’t stop it,” Sofie said. She was staring down at the ground.

“Can’t stop what?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t need this right now. I don’t even know you.” James reached a hand out to Sofie and helped her to her feet. “Let’s go get something to eat.” Sofie nodded her head and turned from James. He followed her as she walked across the parking lot toward the main street.

They reached the main street that ran through town and walked in silence for nearly twenty minutes until they reached a motel restaurant near the edge of town. It was close to the same highway exit that they had taken just that morning when they first arrived. They entered the empty restaurant and found a booth near the back. A waitress appeared immediately and they both ordered coffee and apple pie.

“Thank you for coming with me. I really didn’t want to be alone.” Sofie picked at her pie with her fork, not looking at James when she spoke.

“Will you please look at me when you speak?”

“Sorry,” Sofie said, looking up from her pie.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be such an arse. I’m just a little confused as to what is going on here.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Sofie choked on a laugh as she said it.

“Why don’t you start with who was in your apartment tonight?”

“That’s a story we should save until the end.”

“I want to know who it is because if it’s your big brute of a boyfriend, I need to know if I should be packing my bags and heading back home. I’ve already got one broken arm, I don’t need anymore broken bones to my credit.”

“Why would you think it would be my boyfriend?” The color had drained from Sofie’s face.

“Listen. I’m no good at being the rescuer. If you are in a bad relationship, I can’t be your savior.”

“Why did you say it might be my boyfriend?”

“It’s not important, just tell me who it is.”

“I don’t know,” Sofie said. She pushed her pie aside and slouched down in her seat.

“No offense, but you look like shit.” James took a bite of his pie.

“I’m tired. I haven’t slept well in a long time.”

“Maria mentioned something about that. Actually, she also mentioned your boyfriend.”

“What did she say?” Sofie sat up.

“Um, actually, she told Nick and Nick told me.”

“Did he tell you he died?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. That must have been very hard.”

“It was. It still is. I can’t get his voice out of my head.” Sofie wiped the tears away that had spilled down her freckled cheeks.

“We can change the subject if you like.” As much as James wanted to know what was behind the strange happenings, he was a little uncomfortable with watching a strange woman cry in front of him.

“If we change the subject, you won’t ever hear the truth.” She stood and left James at the table. James left some money on the table and followed Sofie outside.

“Perhaps your story should wait until morning,” James said.

“I don’t know the difference between day and night anymore. It used to be only the night I was afraid of.”

“Why are you afraid?”

“Because I am never alone.” Sofie walked away from James toward the motel office. He watched as she opened the door and went inside. She was talking to the woman at the desk when James heard a voice beside him.

“James?”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Blair?”

“The question is, what the FUCK are YOU doing here? And with that little SLUT!” Blair advanced on James with her fists in the air. James instinctively shielded his face with his arms and waited for her assault.

“James, are you ok?”

James lowered his arms and found Sofie standing in front of him. Blair was nowhere to be seen. “I...uh...yes. I’m fine. Too much liquor and not enough sleep.”

“Listen, I got a room for the night. I can’t go back to that apartment.”

“Right. Well I’ll go in and call a cab. I don’t think I have enough strength left in my legs to make it home on foot.”

“I meant for the both of us. But if you don’t want to stay, I understand.”

“Well I suppose I could stay.” James scratched his chin and darted his eyes from side to side.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I think I’ve got the worst case of jet lag ever experienced by man,” James laughed.

“Maybe a good night’s sleep will help. Our room is this way.”

James followed Sofie to the room and once inside, dropped himself down on one of the double beds. Sofie went into the washroom while James kicked off his shoes and removed his t-shirt and jeans. Dressed in just his boxers, he crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. He was aware of the light going off and the sensation of someone sitting on his bed. He opened his eyes to find Sofie leaning over him. Startled, James jumped back.

“Sorry,” Sofie said, standing and going to her own bed.

“You just startled me,” James said. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I was just going to ask you if you minded if I borrowed your shirt to sleep in. I dressed in a hurry and all I could find was this sweater and it’s kinda heavy to sleep in.”

“Oh, yes of course.”

“Thanks,” Sofie said, standing and retrieving the shirt from the floor where James had dropped it.

In the dim light of the room, James watched as Sofie removed the sweater and put on his shirt. James felt like he should close his eyes but he couldn’t make himself. He hadn’t seen a naked woman this close up in nearly a year. He caught Sofie’s gaze and embarrassed, turned in the bed to face away from her. He heard the bed springs strain under her weight as she got under the covers and turned back.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been an asshole,” James said.

“You haven’t been.”

“Well that’s good. Goodnight, then. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight.”



The sun streamed through the window and James shielded his eyes against the light with his hand as he walked to the bathroom. When he returned to the room, Sofie was sitting up, squinting at James.

“Good morning,” James said.

“Is it still morning?” Her voice was groggy.

“I’m not sure. No clock in the room.”

“I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” Sofie said. She moaned as she stretched and pushed the covers aside. She swung her long legs over the edge of the bed and stood. She walked past James and briefly touched his hand before entering the bathroom. James heard the shower running and decided to get dressed and go find them some food. Realizing Sofie still had his shirt, he pulled on his jeans and waited for Sofie to come back to the room.

Ten minutes later she returned, wrapped in a big white towel. Her hair was still dry except for the ends and it stuck to her bare shoulders. James realized he was staring and turned away.

“Can I have my shirt back?” James said.

“Oh shit, yeah. It’s in the bathroom.”

“Thanks.” James walked into the steamy bathroom and found his shirt hanging on the back of the door. He pulled it on over his head and splashed some cold water on his face. Sofie was already dressed and putting her shoes on when he returned.

“Hungry?”

“Yes,” James said. His stomach grumbled and he failed to suppress a belch.

“Yikes,” Sofie said, laughing.

“Sorry,” James said. “Please excuse that.”

“No problem. Now get your shoes on and we’ll get some grub.”




To be continued....