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307. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right


Wednesday, July 4th, 5:00pm
Cary (and DeeDee)


Cary sits at the window. DeeDee takes the seat beside him.

DeeDee: Oh my God, I don’t believe it.

Cary: What?

DeeDee: It’s you! Can I get your autograph?

Cary: Whatever for?

DeeDee: You’re the guy!

Cary: What guy?

DeeDee: The guy who wrote that book. You know the one … that book!

Cary: I didn’t think anyone had read my book. (smiles) Do you have something I can write on?

DeeDee: Yeah! (searches through her purse and comes out with a pen and paper) Sign it to DeeDee please.

Cary signs her paper. DeeDee looks at the signature.

DeeDee: Thank you so much, Mr. …

Cary: Thomson. Cary Thomson.

DeeDee: (stares, confused) Wait, what book did you write?

Cary: The Strange Disappearance of the Hippopotamus on the Night of All Hallows Eve.

DeeDee: Not that other one? About the War of 1812?

Cary: Sadly, no.

DeeDee: Never mind then. (crumples up paper)

Cary turns to the window, dejected.


Next stop: Thursday, July 5th, 5:00pm

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Author: Linda G. Hill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

3 thoughts on “307. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

  1. OUCH! I went to my 50th high school reunion, and a dermatologist asked me what I do. Me: “I’m a writer.” Derm: “What do you write?” Me: “Mostly fantasy, science fiction, and mystery.” Derm: “Are you famous, then?” Me: “Apparently not.”

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