#96 From a Train Station in San Gabriel (300 words)

Inspired by: From a Buick 6

Sadie found a payphone in the San Gabriel train station. She put in the appropriate change. Tiffany stood with her to provide her support. 

“You can do this. Just pull off the bandaid, and we’ll get drinks afterward.” Tiffany said. 

“Okay.”

She dialed Ein’s phone number. 

“Hello?” Ein answered on the third ring. 

“Hi Ein, it’s Sadie.”

“Oh, hi, Sadie. How is your trip going?”

“It’s going fine. I’ve been thinking, and I’m just going to say it, I think we should see other people.

“Oh, okay,” Ein said after a brief pause.

“Are you okay?”

“Not super surprising, really. You did just disappear for a week.”

“I think we should still be friends, though. I think we’re just are looking for different things.”

“That sounds good, I actually have to go.”

“Okay, I understand if you need time.” 

“No, I’m actually headed to a bar right now to meet some people I met on Fred’s List.”

“Excuse me?” 

“I’ve been thinking too, and I’m not really fulfilled at work, I’m branching out into Baby Driving.” 

“Nothing you’re saying is making sense. Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, Sadie, it’s just life. We have to keep up or get crushed. Goodbye.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Sadie hung up the phone more confused than when she dialed. 

“What happened?” Tiffany asked. 

“He took it okay, I think. It’s impossible to read him.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am. It wasn’t going anywhere. I never got the impression he was interested in a relationship anyway. I had to initiate everything. I’m adorable, and I want someone who realizes it. 

“Let’s begin the search!”

The woman took a taxi to a hotel downtown and booked a room. 

“My treat,” Sadie offered, “well, my parents’ treat!”

They got dressed for a night out and hit the clubs. 

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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