Until Next Time
By Rikku Minouke
Disclaimer: How can I even get a hold of YYH? I'm a starving artist…. Just to make myself clear, I don't own YYH or any other novel I mention throughout this story
AN: this is just something fun to get me back in the writing spirit after all the drama of the last… however months it's been since august. Now that I have time and am forcing myself to finally have the energy, I am writing again. I will continue my other work, as soon as I feel like I'm ready. This is supposed to be shorter and entertaining, at least for me, to write. I've always loved the concept of "You've Got Mail" I just feel it's more difficult to do that in this day and age.
Hubby's out playing Magic the Gathering with his friends, so with a bottle of delicious wine and a box of dominos, this is my shot at it.
Dedication: There are a few people I'd like to dedicate this story to:
Firestorm: for helping me even when I dropped off the grid, you still came to search for me and it means the world to me to know there is someone out there besides my husband who actually cares about my existence.
Bee and Heartluv: the two of you are loyal reviewers and I have to admit seeing you guys sticking by my side and not giving up on me has helped me want to continue with my writing.
Chapter one:
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
By Ken Kesey
Dear Mr. Shuichi Minamino,
I read your short story the other afternoon to my third grade classroom and needless to say it was a hit. The whole class seemed to be at the edge of their seats with each passing paragraph. Your work has made my job so much easier because the children actually work hard so that they can get to story time sooner. Almost as if they were waiting for the next episode of their favorite television show.
Honestly, I can't express how much your work has influenced the children at Bluff Creek Elementary School. The children love each story. Especially the thrillers and I don't mind reading those to them, because it isn't crude and overly violent. Somehow, you've reached the perfect median for the age group I read to. There's enough detail to keep them captive, yet not too much that they can't follow the story.
I have to admit, they aren't the only ones who enjoy your work. As the day drags on, I also look forward to reading your next piece to the children. It's amazing to see the children respond to literature, but it moves me and inspires me as well.
We look forward to your next collection of short stories.
From a most appreciative third grade teacher.
"Geeze, I haven't seen that movie in years," I mumbled to myself while standing in line for my morning coffee. My eyes stared absently at the trivia board.
"Wendy," behind me, a man's voice whispered. Turning with my lips slightly a gape, I saw warm green eyes greet me.
"Excuse me?" I asked, swallowing nervously at his charming smile.
"The lifeguard from Sandlot," his head nodded toward the trivia making his bright red hair sway. The shine and smoothness made me jealous and self-conscious of my own birds nest. "Her name is Wendy Peffercorn."
I felt like my tongue was crawling back into my throat and I knew I was staring. For some reason, I couldn't find words. Luckily, he stepped into my rescue.
"It was on TV a few days ago," he gave a soft chuckle that made my face burn.
"I missed it," and I was ashamed at how quiet my voice was. Seriously, I wasn't the shy type, what was he doing to me.
"No worries," his smile widened and I glanced away for a moment so I could breathe. "It's on again this Sunday."
I felt myself smile. "Good, I'd like to see it again."
"You're up," he smiled, motioning behind me. "Don't forget its Wendy."
I laughed lightly. "Thanks for the ten cents." With that I turned and placed my order. Before I left, I made a point to catch his eyes with a charming smile of my own.
