[stylist] Short Story: "Smart Decisions?"
debby
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Fri Oct 28 02:57:26 UTC 2016
I was actually glad that you did not have them have a sexual relationship, because most of the time that's what happens, they do have a sexual relationship. It was kind of nice for them not to. It was a nice surprise. Debby
On Oct 27, 2016 7:50 PM, Vejas Vasiliauskas via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
>
> Thanks. I was originally going to have Charles and Caroline have a sexual relationship but thought that this twist would be more interesting to readers.
> Vejas
>
> > On Oct 27, 2016, at 19:33, debby via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> >
> > Interesting story, Vejas. A couple of typos, and one definite spelling error, toward the end you refer to Caroline stocking Charles, er rather that she would not, but the word is stalking, s t a l k i n g. I think you should submit it somewhere. Debby
> >
> >> On Oct 27, 2016 6:51 PM, Vejas Vasiliauskas via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> >>
> >> Hi All,
> >> Here is my latest short story. The title comes from the fact
> >> that a Smart-Phone is the main focus and is meant to be a bit
> >> ironic. Feel free to tear it apart if you want to, haha.
> >> The story is pasted below as well as attached.
> >> Happy reading!
> >> Vejas
> >> Smart Decisions?
> >> by Vejas Vasiliauskas
> >> London, England, 2015-2016
> >> Prologue, 2016
> >> The man sits alone at a picnic table in a park. He is surrounded
> >> by trees on one side of his picnic table and ducks on the other,
> >> but he has no awareness of this, or anything at all for that
> >> matter. He is completely zoned out, for no particular reason.
> >> It is probably just a reaction to all the stress he has had to
> >> deal with in the past year. He was supposed to be somewhere
> >> else, but drove to the park just to have some peace. He was
> >> supposed to be...
> >> Supposed to be...
> >> Suddenly his IPhone rings. The ringtone itself is nice: it's the
> >> Nokia ringtone he fell in love with and which his son downloaded
> >> for him. It's the vibration that jolts him.
> >> "What's up?" he says in an exhausted voice.
> >> "Charles!" It's Helen. The angry bitch he married, it seems of
> >> late, he thinks scornfully.
> >> "What did I do this time?"
> >> "I'll tell you what you did! You were supposed to pick up Cameron
> >> from art club a half hour ago! He tried to call you, but you
> >> wouldn't pick up!"
> >> Charles groans.
> >> "I've got him, don't worry about that," says Helen. "But how
> >> could you do this to your own son?"
> >> Charles doesn't know what to say, how to answer. "We're all
> >> human and make mistakes," he mumbles.
> >> "I made salami sandwiches for myself and the kids," Helen informs
> >> him. "There may be some ham left for when you get home." Charles
> >> doesn't like salami, Helen knows it, and he knows that she knows
> >> it.
> >> "See you," Charles says weakly, then, when he's off the phone, he
> >> yells, "SHIT!" Nobody can hear hm; if they did, who, in this
> >> messed-up world, would even give a damn? Probably a mother with a
> >> three-year-old yelling not to swear in front of her child, or an
> >> elderly lady screeching at him that the devil is in him, or
> >> something.
> >> Charles thinks of Helen. They used to get on very well, they
> >> did, for 15 years. Long enough to have a 13-year-old son,
> >> Cameron, and 11-year-old twin girls, Ruth and Anna. Even last
> >> year, Helen would have reacted more calmly; she would have tried
> >> to reassure him that forgetting to pick up Cameron was no big
> >> deal. She would not have fed the kids salami; she would have
> >> made something, anything, that the whole family could eat.
> >> Charles knows that it is his fault, it's all his fault.
> >> As he gets up to go back into his beat-up Mustang, Charles takes
> >> his phone, goes to the duck pond, and does something he has never
> >> thought he would ever do before in his life: he gently throws the
> >> phone, which lands into the water with a great splash.
> >> One Year Ago to the Day...
> >> "Sir? Sir!"
> >> The man working at the small sandwich shop is growing impatient.
> >> He is tired, and his next customer has obviously put on too much
> >> Nautica cologne, much to his annoyance. He could try to overlook
> >> the cologne, but the man-by the name of Charles Culvert-is not
> >> answering him. This is not because he is a jerk, but because he
> >> is glued to his IPhone screen and seems fascinated by whatever is
> >> on it. Rolf, the sandwich man, is not sure what to do. As he
> >> debates his options, the girl standing behind Charles taps him on
> >> the shoulder. She is about 20, Charles probably being at least
> >> 50.
> >> Charles does look up. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he says, then proceeds
> >> to order a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich, jalapenos, and
> >> mustard. He has every intention of going back to playing around
> >> with his new IPhone, which he only received the day before.
> >> Ordinarily, he would have been one of these that would have just
> >> stuck to a flip phone, even a pager, but his son Cameron, then
> >> 12, had convinced him that this was the only possible way he
> >> could keep in contact with his family. He is trying to figure
> >> out how to add people into the contacts app.
> >> Somehow, Charles notices the girl behind him. It must be that
> >> young actress look, the blond hair, the blue eyes, that makes him
> >> look away for his new device. And the way she is ordering...
> >> "I'll have a pulled pork and salami sandwich on tomato bread,"
> >> she says. "I'll have a slice of cheddar and half a slice of
> >> pepper jack. I want three-quarters of it to have olive oil, and
> >> one quarter to be ranch and more-stard. Please put more ranch on
> >> than more-stard."
> >> Charles is amazed. He is even more amazed when she turns to him.
> >> "Hi, I'm Charles," he says a bit nervously.
> >> "I'm Caroline!" Her voice is sweet and confident. "Do you need
> >> help with your IPhone? I am addicted to mine!"
> >> "Yes, please," he says. "I hate the damn thing."
> >> Caroline helps Charles put Cameron's information into the phone.
> >> "Do you know how contact cards work?" she asks.
> >> "No." He is uncertain but fascinated, and she knows it.
> >> "OK. I'm going to send you my contact card," she says
> >> determinedly, putting on an enthusiastic smile.
> >> Charles receives a text from a number not on his phone, but that
> >> says "Caroline Wilson, contact card."
> >> "What the hell am I supposed to do?" Normally Charles wouldn't
> >> use this language with someone young enough to be his daughter,
> >> but he senses Caroline doesn't care. And he's right: she
> >> doesn't. She only laughs.
> >> "Click on the contact card, go to more info, and hit create new
> >> contact. Everything's all filled out for you. Then hit DONE!"
> >> Charles does so. Now he has 21 contacts, as opposed to 20.
> >> And if it were not for that phone, he would never, ever have to
> >> see Caroline Wilson again.
> >> When he gets home, Charles texts his work friends, Bow and Mason.
> >> "Hey man I have an IPhone, what's up?" he writes in both. The
> >> replies from Bow and Mason are positive but basic, and yet,
> >> somehow, Charles loves it. Now he can understand why his son and
> >> friends love to text and love social media. The idea of getting
> >> an immediate reply from someone makes him feel good, like he is
> >> validated and cared about.
> >> He texts his wife Helen, "I love my new phone!" He watches the
> >> "friend is typing" icon. He loves it! Someone is taking time
> >> from their day, if only a few minutes, to send HIM a message.
> >> Helen is currently visiting relatives with the kids. Charles
> >> hates the in-laws; there is nothing wrong with them, but they
> >> annoy him, and so, as an agreement, Helen makes sure that he
> >> never has to see them but the kids can spend time with their
> >> grandparents.
> >> Helen's reply: "Hi honey, I'm glad you like your phone, and
> >> we're having a great time! You can still have some of the
> >> mushroom risotto. We still plan to come back on Sat." (It was
> >> Thursday).
> >> Finally, Charles texts Caroline.
> >> "Hi Caroline, thank you so much for helping me with my phone," is
> >> all he writes. Caroline's reply within 40 seconds: "Hi!! I'm so
> >> glad your phone is working for you!! What are you up to??"
> >> "Bored as hell," replies Charles. Thinking about it, Charles
> >> realizes he really is. He misses his family and wishes he could
> >> talk to someone. Helen and the kids were having too much fun.
> >> Soon he and Caroline began having a conversation about books.
> >> By the next week, Charles and Caroline are still chatting.
> >> That's all he wants it to be. But he's scared to tell Helen
> >> about it and, when she's out of earshot, asks Cameron how to
> >> change the passcode. By the next week, the phone itself is not
> >> so much an issue as is the topic Caroline has brought up:
> >> self-harm. One night at 23.00 in the morning she randomly texts
> >> him that she hates her life, she cuts and self-harms and nobody
> >> else gives a damn. Charles is woken up by the vibration of the
> >> phone, and so, too, is Helen.
> >> "Who is that?" she says peeppy.
> >> "Mmm," he replies in a half-sleepy state, not really hearing the
> >> question but somehow sensing it requires a response. Clicking on
> >> the text, though, he becomes on high-alert.
> >> "Who is it from?" she asks, seeing the concerned look on his
> >> face.
> >> "Lizzy." That's the first person Charles can think of to not make
> >> his wife suspicious. Lizzy is their adored double niece; the
> >> child of Charles's brother Solomon and Helen's sister Sarabeth, a
> >> happy-go-lucky girl of 15 raised in a loving home.
> >> "Is she all right?" Helen asks, concerned.
> >> All Charles can say, still in shock, is "Self-harm."
> >> "Oh, God," Helen says, looking scared. "I'll ring Sarabeth later
> >> and talk to her."
> >> "No, no," Charles says defensively. "Lizzy doesn't want me to
> >> tell anyone." That part is true in a way; Caroline doesn't want
> >> anyone to know.
> >> "No, I'll ring her now," Helen decides, jolting herself awake.
> >> Charles knows he is in a mess, but at least his wife is away from
> >> the room, and he tries to counsel Caroline. Telling her she is
> >> beautiful how she is, that if she needed to talk to someone she
> >> should find a doctor. Could her parents support her?
> >> Soon afterwards, Helen comes back in, distraught. "Not only does
> >> Lizzy self-harm," she says worriedly, "but Sarabeth is already
> >> very aware of it. They go to the doctors on Monday."
> >> Charles is shocked. Not only had he lied, but how could his
> >> happy nice find life that unbearable? At least she confided in
> >> her mother about it. Charles hopes Caroline has that comfort as
> >> well.
> >> Two Weeks Later
> >> In the past two weeks since Caroline's self-harm crisis, she had
> >> been texting him daily, explaining her progress. Today, Charles
> >> is relieved, because she says she is completely cured, and they
> >> begin chatting about books again. Luckily, Lizzy is also
> >> healing, her self-inflicted injury being an isolated incident
> >> related to unresolved matters she was getting counselling for.
> >> "Can I see your phone for a minute?" Helen asks. "I'm trying to
> >> update Cameron's but it's being extremely slow."
> >> Mid-text, but slightly zoned out, Charles hands it to her without
> >> thinking.
> >> She gasps. "CHARLES! Oh God. How could you! HOW COULD YOU!" And
> >> she breaks into a sob.
> >> Charles tries to explain. He tells her about the fact that
> >> Caroline just helped her with her phone and that he didn't want
> >> her even for sex, he was just trying to be a good friend and help
> >> her with her self-harm crisis.
> >> "You didn't even know Lizzy was cutting herself, did you," Hcclen
> >> says hotly. "As soon as she did, she told Sarabeth. She never
> >> told anyone else."
> >> "Shit," Charles mutters.
> >> Helen will have Charles back, as long as she breaks all contct
> >> with Caroline. He doesn't really have a problem with this; after
> >> all, he was only trying to help her. Her reaction is
> >> surprisingly calm and he knows from reading it that she will not
> >> stock him.
> >> But this is why the atmosphere in the Culvert household has
> >> changed.
> >> This is also why, on this day in the park, Charles had thrown
> >> away the device that has caused him problems in the first place.
> >> Relieved that the Sim card could be an entertainment toy for the
> >> ducks, Charles drives home, awaiting the ham sandwich.
> >> The End
> >>
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