{"id":1883,"date":"2013-02-19T03:50:38","date_gmt":"2013-02-19T03:50:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=1883"},"modified":"2014-01-03T18:16:43","modified_gmt":"2014-01-03T18:16:43","slug":"the-lone-car-by-mary-lee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/the-lone-car-by-mary-lee\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lone Car by Mary Lee"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Lone Car<\/h1>\n

by Mary Lee<\/p>\n

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The lone car sits in the deep of the morning, waiting for its owner to return. The car had been parked in this same spot the day before, glistening with the moistness of the morning dew. At 4:00 a.m. the sky still shadows the darkness all around the town, hiding the sins of its citizens.<\/p>\n

The owner of the car has many sins to hide, this morning one of them being the fact that they were in bed with Dr. Flake, who happens to have a wife and children. His wife believed that he was at work, but in reality he was exploring his lust for Ms. Myers, the owner of the lone car.<\/p>\n

They were shacked up in the same deserted hotel as the night before: the same hotel that fostered cockroaches as if they were guest themselves. But the cockroaches were of no bother to the two individuals that had rented room 404. As long as they had a bed, the cleanliness of the hotel meant nothing.<\/p>\n

Moments after Dr. Flake\u2019s lustful desires were fulfilled, the two started to dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cJohn,\u201d Ms. Myers said, \u201cAre you ever going to leave your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMeredith please.\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell I must know. You promised me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAren\u2019t you tired of being the on one that goes home alone? I mean, don\u2019t you want more out of life than being a mistress?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought we were happy together, John. Don\u2019t I make you happy?\u201d
\n\u201cFor those few seconds, yes Meredith I am happy. But that is it. Don\u2019t you see?\u201d
\nMeredith stood and walked towards the bathroom, not wanting Dr. Flake to see the tears running down her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think we should do this anymore,\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s apparent that you can\u2019t handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He heard the bathroom door shut, and finally heard sobs erupting from behind it. He stood, thinking of how to console his mistress. They had been friends for years and finally made the leap to become more than that. He now realized that he had made a mistake. While these last 6 months had been fun, he realized that this meant more for her than it had for him. How can he comfort someone who obviously has fallen for him? Nonetheless, he knocked on the bathroom door.<\/p>\n

\u201cMeredith. Meredith, I\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to hurt you. Come out so we can talk about this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Inside the bathroom, the sobs had stopped and now silence replaced the cries. More knocking from Dr. Flake came on the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cMeredith. Meredith?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

Finally John rams his shoulder into the door. Once, twice, three times. The door finally buckles under the force, making the doctor smash into the sink. When he bursts threw the door, Meredith was lying on the floor, curled up into the fetal position. John said nothing, only picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her there, standing over her, deciding what to say next. But Meredith beat him to the punch.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew this wouldn\u2019t last forever. I knew it couldn\u2019t because you have a life. You have a family, something I\u2019ll never have. Being with you made me feel special, like I was worth something to someone. Even though I knew I wasn\u2019t your one and only, the moments when we were alone, I could pretend as such. Now all of that will be taken away. It just isn\u2019t fair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, maybe we can have one more night together, but that must be the last, the absolute last.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo tomorrow, same time, same place?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

They said their goodbyes and Meredith, the owner of the lone car, finally turns the key to start the engine. This scenario plays out almost every night, only this time she must have really scared him because he actually broke the bathroom door down. My, what powerful word suicide is. Tomorrow, the lone car will sit in the same spot, awaiting its owner, Meredith, to finish his early morning sin, as the morning dew glistens on the lone car.<\/p>\n

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Mary Lee is aspiring writer who is following her dream by going to school for Creative Writing at Full Sail University. She enjoy writing short stories, novels, poems, and anything else she can bring her creative ideas to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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