Moving On
by Ervin Anderson
Hello Annabelle.
Umm yeah, hi. I ordinarily love a good mystery.
But I’m in no mood so just tell me who you are.
Wouldn’t that spoil all the fun?
Look, you may be a nice guy, or a horrible guy, whatever, but I’m just not available.
I’m a swell guy.
If one of my friends gave you my number, just toss it.
Have a nice day.
When was the last time you had any fun?
Two years ago. Right before my husband was murdered.
Two years is a long time so maybe a day of fun would do you good.
I am not dating. I am not interested in dating. I might never be interested in dating. My heart is cold and dark.
Come play with me.
I’m busy and you sound like a Pervy McPerverson.
I happen to know you spend every Saturday afternoon reading old detective novels.
It’s the best part of my week.
How would you like to go on an adventure with me without having to even meet me?
I wouldn’t, because you’re probably a serial killer.
Prove that you’re not.
If I do you will play along?
Sure whatevs.
Your BFF Susie told me she wants you to start dating again.
She’s worried you’ll never let yourself find love again because of what happened to Ben.
Ben died and I will never love that perfectly, deeply, passionately beautifully again. So why try?
Because if you’re going to be alive, why not LIVE?
OK Mr. Mystery Man, what do you want me to do?
Go to the corner of Haight-Ashbury. Find the tall man selling incense. Tell him your name.
I don’t need incense.
No one NEEDS incense.
I’ll go, but only because I can make fun of Susie later for trying to set me up with a lunatic.
Thank you for playing along Annabelle. You won’t regret it.
OK I’m here and I see the guy. Here goes nothing.
Don’t buy his incense it all smells like cleaning products. Just tell him your name.
I’m standing in front of him faking a big smile. I just said my name.
He said I’m REALLY late, whatever that means.
You are late. A few years.
OMG! He’s singing my favorite song!!!
And the voice on this guy! He looks like Vin Diesel but sings like Stevie Wonder.
Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” performed as a soul song.
Impressive. Points for you.
I knew you would like it.
He just handed me a piece of paper. Looks like it’s been in his bag for years. Can barely read it.
Is this a clue? I love clues!!!
“President wooden teeth, what you call boring guys, what you hate to do, what Austin Powers does right, can you dig?”
Interesting. Hmmmm...I got it!
Do tell.
At Washington Square Park I should dig under the swing on the right.
Bam! Nailed it. No one can out-clue me!
How do you know? You are not even there yet.
We’ll know it ten minutes.
You’re enjoying yourself.
I’ll never admit it.
At the park. Had to tell a five-year-old in pigtails to get lost.
I’m underneath the swings, digging like a maniac. The toddlers are staring at me. Got sand in my shoes.
Let me know what you find.
Found it! I was right! Something in a bag. Holy shit!!! A VHS copy of The Decline of Western Civilization!
You are a punk rock fan, correct?
Shit yeah! I haven’t seen this since college, since some hipster Berkley stoner thief savage stole my copy.
I hope you lead me to a VHS player next. That would be a real feat.
How am I doing so far, Annabelle?
It’s not going to get you a real date, but you’re doing terrific.
Just found a note in the bag. The ink is faded. How the hell did you put all this together?
Just read the note. It’s the last part.
It just says, “Go home and look between the mattresses.”
Are you in my apartment? I’m calling the police you asshole.
I swear I haven’t been in your apartment.
Jeez - you must be really good friends with Susie to have her help you like this.
She’s been trying to play matchmaker with me for months.
She’s a great girl.
I’m heading home. I will have my pepper spray ready in case you’re hiding in my closet, psycho.
I am nowhere near your apt.
I’m here. Thankfully you are not.
I called Susie. She swears she didn’t try to set me up.
You’re a lying creep. What is going on? I’m about to call the police.
Just look between the mattresses. Please.
Who are you? What is your name? Are you a stalker?
Whoever you are, you’re in big trouble.
I am a friend.
Is this you Jenn?
You bitch.
I am not Jenn, but I am someone you know very well.
Ok I’m lifting the mattress. Just a note.
Note says, “Annabelle, thank you for five wonderful years. We’ve loved hard. We’ve loved soft. We’ve loved crazy. We’ve loved sweet. No matter what, just love. – B”
Annabelle?
This isn’t happening. I’m imagining this. I need meds.
You are not imagining anything.
Ben?
I set up this little scavenger hunt for you right before, well, you know.
Cannot believe the incense guy still had the note and remembered the song. That was a real longshot.
No, Ben is dead. You’re dead.
I’m dreaming. Or I’m dead too.
The dead sometimes live on.
And some find a way to communicate with the living.
I found a way. Technology.
Oh my God Ben I love you I love you I love you!!!
I love you always, Annabelle.
But this is just a final goodbye.
What? No! I just got you back.
You didn’t get me back. I just had unfinished business. One last adventure with you.
It’s not fair! Asshole with a gun gets to ruin my life, take you away from me. No no no!!! I can join you!
Stop it. Don’t be ridiculous.
Annabelle. Date again. Move on. Love again.
But it’s so hard…I hurt.
Nothing can take away what we had.
Say it one last time!
Annabelle, use your inside voice. You’re scaring the cat.
Haha! Still funny.
Ben?
Goodbye.
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