Prompt 16 of 31

The Writer's Book of Matches pg. 224 "My God, this is like that old Abbott and Costello routine, 'Who's on First?'"

Start time: 9:26

"My God, this is like that old Abbott and Costello routine, 'Who's on First?'" Garith shouted at his sister and vampire friend.

The two turned to him.

"How is this even remotely like that?" Derrick said.

Garith looked side to side.

"It doesn't," he said. He looked down at the ground. "I just wanted to be a part of the conversation."

Derrick gave a half smile showing his canine that had become longer from yesterday.

end time: 10:29

Okay... It is rather obvious that I was not feeling that one at all. It was a dud, dud, dud, dud. I tried to make it work but I really had nothing come to mind. Instead I got lost in a tumblr vortex of doom. Anyway, I'm just going to go ahead and choose another one because that was rather shameful.

The Writer's Book of Matches pg. 69 "I'm here to answer the ad in the paper."

Start time: 10:44

The door to Lynette's house cracked open and a single green eye looked through to the outside world. As the door open further a head sprouted from head with dark black hair and milky white skin around a plump face. If you watch closely she moves out further and inspects her surroundings. They are foreign to her, but she is calm.

A car passes by and she is frightened. The elusive Lynette scurries back into the house and watches through the peephole until all has gotten quiet again. She sighs to herself and laughs. One can only imagine what is going through her very fragile mind at this point. It has been sometimes since the subject has been outside of her house. If it hadn't been the pressure of her online support group she would not have even decided to broach the subject now.

"You can do this," she says to herself.

The lynette tries again. At first her actions are slow going but eventually she winds up outside in a very normal suburban neighborhood. The sky is cloudless and the sun in shining. She looks around at the world's beauty. Her expression is unsure but she stands firm as another car goes by.

Once the vehicle has gone quickly around the corner she shuffles to the car and climbs into her old volkswagon bug. For a moment we see her fumble around through the purse she had packed haphazardly this morning. It has been some time since she's needed the assistance of one.

Like any red blooded woman she finds her keys at the bottom of her purse. She sticks it in the ignition and attempts to start the vehicle.

What she has neglected to think of, as any other red blooded American would, is that since her car has spent many years in the driveway without a start it does not. She tries again and again with the same success rate.

Frustrated she bangs furiously on the steering wheel and rushes back inside the house.

There she rushes about furiously trying to find her house phone. She has an appointment to make and already she will be late. Lynette must see this and has become frantic.

"Hello," she says into the phone, clutching at it with both hands. "I need a taxi. Could you send one right away?"

The voice on the other line says a few unintelligible words and she hangs up.

For the next ten minutes Lynette wanders aimlessly around the house. She checks her appearance in the mirror many times. Sighing to herself she shakes her head. Earlier we heard her feelings about her apprehension to answering the personal ad she had found in the paper.

The leader of the group seemed excited at her approach to moving outside of her confined living. She beamed back at her patient and told her to keep trying.

The driver arrives with a knock and Lynette rushes outside. She hops in the car, looking about nervously. The cabby in the driver seat furrows his thick brow and looks at her with unsure eyes.

"Where to?" He says, in an accent.

"The coffee shop on," Lynette says, she rolls her hand in a circle. It seems she has forgotten the name of the establishment she is meant to meet her date. "Harrowley?" She looks at the cabby's reflection for approval.

"Sure," he says and begins to drive.

Lynette sits back and bites at her thumbnail. She clutches her hefty purse to her stomach and taps her foot wildly.

It was explained that her decision to answer an ad was from a dream she had had a few months back. She shared in the group that it was also the wording of the man's post that had her intrigued.

"It was so," she had said. A few moments pass that elude to her not being able to find the right word. Finally she settles on, "Nice."

The others in the group had asked her to read it but for whatever reason she had refused. She blushed at the mention of it and every group since had inquired.

Lynette finally arrives at the agreed upon location. She pays the cabby who seems relieved to be rid of her and doesn't tip him. Although it is acceptable seeing as how she hasn't been accustomed to the real world for some time. He on other hand drives off in a hurry.

The young girl walks in and finds the man seated in the far corner. On the table before him is a single white daisy, per her request. She stops in her tracks and waits. For a moment it looks as though she might turn and run but the gentlemen sees her and stands, smiling.

"Lila!" He says to her waving her over.

She puts her hand to her mouth and shuffles around to tables to get to him. She immediately gives him her hand and they exchange pleasantries. The young man has tight blonde curls, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful smile.

"I have a quick confession to make," Lynette says.

The young man leans forward and steeples his arms on the table.

"Go ahead," he says.

"My name is actually Lynette. I told you that name because I wasn't sure if I was actually going got make it."

The man raises his eyebrows and he sits back in his chair. His face looks uncertain of what to make of the situation.

"Alright," he says, nodding, "Well my name is still Greg."

The two laugh.

"Good," she says.