Not Quite Stories
1. My name is Sampson. Chester Sampson. People call me Sampson.
“But how did you know about me and Danvers?” the conniving little blond called back to me, as they were taking her away.
“It wasn’t difficult, sweetheart,” I told her. “Considering.”
2. Daisy hadn’t given him a second thought, yet there he was, on her doorstep, carrying a potted plant.
“Remember me?” he asked.
3. “Things was hard back then,” the old man told the visiting nurse.
The nurse, who hadn’t asked a question, didn’t bother to wonder when “back then” was.
4. The brothers hadn’t seen each other in over 20 years. Identical twins, they’d had a falling out, and they lived far from each other, on opposite coasts. This particular day, Tom had gone to shop for khakis at the Banana Republic in the mall near his home. When he entered the store, all eyes turned to him. He wondered why.
Tim came out of the dressing room to look at himself in the full-length mirror, in his new khakis. As he looked into the mirror, Tim noticed Tom behind him, in the distance.
Tim wondered how the reunion would go, but to his relief, still staring into the mirror, he saw Tom turn around and leave the store.
5. My son-in-law found me in the kitchen, after my husband was gone. I asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee. He sat.
We sat together at the table, drinking coffee. Not another word passed between us.
6. “It was after the war,” she told him.
“So, all of a sudden everything changed?”
“No,” she replied, “not all and not so sudden.”
7. After weeks of indecision, Cora finally decided to call that number. She pulled the piece of paper out of her purse and made the call. When it connected at the other end, she was surprised to be greeted by one of those pre-recorded menus. The choices were very confusing. She relied upon her instincts to tell her which path to choose. Unfortunately, it was the wrong one.
8. “Mr. Thorndike will see you now,” the secretary told the man sitting on the blue-upholstered bentwood chair in the anteroom. The man’s palms had been sweating, and he’d been rubbing them along his slacks above the knees.
The man got up and knocked on Thorndike’s door.
“Come in,” Thorndike yelled, in a neutral tone of voice.
The man went in.
He never came out.
9. He was driving. On the freeway. He looked up at the sign, above and ahead. Belford 20 miles, Grainger next exit. He got off at the next exit.
She’d just have to wait.
10.
