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Love Story


Mario V. Farina

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"Don't you dare!" she shot back. "Even though you imagined me, I'm a real person! You can't change that! You're stuck with me!"

"You're not real," I insisted. "You're a fabrication of my mind! I could simply stop thinking of you!"

I had blundered and asked a stupid question! And, made an idiotic suggestion! I'm an author and have had some success with love stories. When I decided to start a new story today, it was only natural that I'd want to write in the area where I was having the most success. But, there was a problem! I had no idea how it would start, or what would happen, or even who the participants would be. I knew the girl needed to be beautiful. A thought had occurred in my mind, which I decided to follow up on. I'd ask the woman, herself, what she wanted to look like!

"How do you want me to describe you, Gloria?" I had asked. "Lovely!" she responded. "Blond, blue eyes, long hair, nice figure, exceptional by any measure! You say you want to write a love story featuring me. I've never before existed! In your description, you wouldn't fault me for wanting a superlative depiction, would you?"

She had a point! But, I had never heard of a writer having done this before; i.e. asking the main character in a story for help! Oh, yes, there had once been a sculptor who has created a statue he fell in love with. That wasn't what I had in mind. I simply wanted to write a love story where the central female would help me create it! She would tell me what she wanted to look like, wanted to do, how she planned to accomplish this, and everything else! What could be more natural? Or easy?

My name is Robert (Rob) J. Thornton. You may have read some of my stories. I didn't think anyone would object to my plan, which might be considered an experiment. I decided to name the woman, Gloria Gordon, and speak to her in my mind. Hence, the beginning lines in this tale.

Pleased with having connected with the principal character in my story, I said, "Gloria, my name is Rob, I plan to write a love story involving you, would that be OK?"

"Of course!" she responded. "I'm thrilled! Thank you, very much!"

"We need someone for you to love. Would the name, Todd Walker be acceptable?"

"Fine!" she responded.

"He's about six-one, well-built, dark black hair, handsome. OK?"

"I'd like brown hair better."

"Good! Brown hair! You've been dating some months. He has not proposed yet. However, you sense a snag!"

"No snag, please Rob," Gloria said anxiously! "I want a happy story!"

"Oh! No problem, Gloria! I'm planning a happy ending. But every story needs a conflict! It wouldn't be interesting if there was no predicament, a situation that could have different consequences, where a resolution needs to be found. Readers expect this!"

"I don't want a predicament in my story, Rob. Everything has to go smoothly! Todd has to be rich. He'll propose to me and we'll be married. He'll love me dearly, and give me a lot of nice things!"

"Gloria, I'm the author of this story! There has to be a dilemma of some kind. At the end, everything will work out! I promise!"

"What kind of dilemma?" she asked suspiciously. "Give me some examples!"

"That's where I was hoping you could give me some suggestions, Gloria. Maybe Todd's a womanizer, a gambler and deep in debt, maybe he's already married, or has a dark secret life. These are just for instances!"

"No, Rob! I don't want any of those for instances! How about he can't decide what are some of the creative ways he can ask me to marry him? Or where to go on our honeymoon? He has to be a nice guy all the way through! And, he has to love me a lot!"

"Yes, I can make him a nice guy," I promised. "But there has to be some sort of obstacle! Could it be he thinks you're too demanding and, therefore, decides to marry somebody else!"

"No!" she virtually shouted. "That's a nasty thing for you to suggest! It's only me he wants! Don't write anything yet. I'll tell you the whole story. Give me a few minutes!"

Exasperated, I said, "Gloria, I'm the author of the story! I may want to abandon the whole thing and create somebody else to work with!"

"Don't you dare!" she shot back. "Even though you imagined me, I'm a real person! You can't change that! You're stuck with me!"

"You're not real," I insisted. "You're a fabrication of my mind! I could simply stop thinking of you!"

"You can't," she blurted. "I'm a Leo, and Leo's are resourceful. I'll invade your mind, and embed myself in your brain like a musk thistle! Then, you'll spend the rest of your life regretting how miserably you treated me!"

Her remark gave me pause. How did she know I had planned to create her as a Leo? I shivered uncontrollably for a few moments. I decided I needed to communicate with Gloria more cautiously. I had fashioned this person with nothing but my thoughts! But, I suspected, she might have powers I could not fathom. I resisted the notion. I remembered what Hamlet had said to Horatio in Shakespeare's play: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Should I cave and do as Gloria was demanding, I wondered? I risked contacting her again.

"Gloria," I asked, "Suppose I write the story just as you want it, what should be the main points to emphasize?"

"The story any woman my age would want, Rob!" she said. "In the story, I'd want to marry a nice man, one who I can love and who loves me! I'd like to live in a nice house with all the luxuries, to drive a car that is above average in quality. My husband would put me at the top of all priorities, and we'd have great children. He and I would have successful careers and retire with enough money so as not to worry about bills. Simple! You know, a feel-good story that does not mention anything bad, and has a happy ending!"

"That story is commonplace!" I objected. "It's bland, and not the least bit interesting! A good story may begin happily, Gloria, but must encounter a speed bump, a sticky situation to take care of. It's the way the author presents a problem, readers want to know about, and describes the method, sometimes, ingenious, that is used to solve it. In a sense, the writer challenges the reader to guess what the resolution will be, or suggest a better one that could have been used. I have a reputation to protect. An author is only as good as his or her last tale. I should not write about happy-happy situations that go nowhere!"

"I've told you what I'll accept," she said. "It's my story or nothing!"

"I'll change what you want, Gloria, I'll make your story more true-to-life!" I retorted.

"I won't let you," she responded tartly.

"I thought you up!" I said. "I'll simply forget you!"

"You can't!" she exclaimed. "I'm unforgettable!"

"I'll have a hypnotist help me forget you!"

"I'll hypnotize the hypnotist not to do it!"

"You can't do that, Gloria!"

"Oh yes, I can, Ron! Not only that, I'll also haunt you. And scare you when you're trying to sleep, I'll keep you awake! I'll make your bones shake; I'll have your teeth quake!"

That last speech convinced me. I couldn't and shouldn't forget her! She had become a fixture in my mind, far more than just a bundle of brain waves! Impossible though it may seem, I might even have fallen in love with her! Stupefied, I was not able to speak for several minutes.

Then I heard her voice. "Rob," she said, quietly, gently.

"Yes, Gloria." My voice must have revealed abject surrender.

"You created me in your mind. You imagined me beautiful and physically appealing!"

"Yes, I did!"

"You also made me intelligent!"

"Yes, I thought I had!"

"I knew all along what you were saying about good writing! You're right about stories needing problems! Without telling you, I was contriving a possible conflict! It was the harsh conversation we just had! Why don't you use that spat as the obstacle in your story?"

"Gloria, you were play-acting all the way?"

"Yes, I was, Rob, dear!" she said, softly. "Sorry if I made you feel bad. I was just trying to help! Let's let this story be your first with Gloria Gordon in it! With more to come!"

I loved her suggestion. This is the tale she proposed I write. And, yes, there were many more that followed!

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