Times Square
By Rich Walls
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An unexpected scavenger hunt forces a woman to confront her past and present loves in New York City. Featuring a sparkling Manhattan lit late at night, Times Square is the novella which pinpoints what it means to live and love in a city that readily challenges and astonishes, so often in the same breath.
Rich Walls
Rich Walls graduated from Villanova University in 2006. He is the author of Standby, Chicago and creator of One Page Love Story. He lives in Hoboken, New Jersey.
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Times Square - Rich Walls
Copyright 2018 © by Rich Walls
All rights reserved. This book cannot be reproduced or redistributed without the written permission of Rich Walls.
This novella is a work of fiction. Any reference to people or places, real or imaginary, are entirely the product of the author’s own imagination and are in no way to be assumed as representing fact. If this comes as a disappointment (fans of true stories, we all are), the author apologizes and wishes to remind the reader of two important and genuine facts. The first being that New York City, represented so magically here, does still very much exist. As do many of the fine bars, restaurants, parks, museums, bookstores, and other businesses described fictionally (and fondly) within. Meaning, second fact, there is absolutely nothing preventing the reader from creating their own actual New York City evening bound to exceed, in terms of lifetime memories or personal value, anything the author could possibly come up with creatively here. So, please, at the author’s insistence, plan a visit. Explore. Discover your own St. Dymphna’s. This book can imagine no greater honor than accepting second place to your golden New York City night.
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BY RICH WALLS
Standby, Chicago
One Page Love Story
Times Square
To my New York.
To your New York.
1
THIS ISN’T IT,
she thinks, tracing sleet on the windowpane while her husband speaks, thankful to be inside rather than out, when a knock sounds from the door.
Hold on,
she says, tossing her phone on the bed so she can don a sweater.
Through the peephole stands a night manager fixing the pin on his lapel.
She opens the door.
The manager lifts his head, a wry smile caught beneath clear frame glasses. His pin, she notices, is in the shape of a snowflake.
Good evening,
she says.
Yes, it is a good evening,
he laughs. A very good evening indeed.
Can I help you?
she asks.
No, no. It is I who can help you,
he responds, swinging his right arm forward. A letter, hand delivered, at special request.
She accepts the envelope. It is ice blue and thick. Written on front, in a swirling silver script, is her name.
Who sent this?
she asks.
I am only a messenger. Perhaps the answer is inside.
I understand, thank you,
she says, stepping backwards.
You’re very welcome,
he replies in place.
I’m sorry, should I tip?
No, that is not necessary,
he waves.
Is there anything else then?
she asks, imagining this amused manager standing guard outside her door until morning.
Instead, a remarkably sincere expression washes over his face.
Only that I’ll be wishing you a very good night, Mrs. Hart. Sometimes that is all we can wish for—a very good night.
The manager tips his head in courtesy and strides down the hallway, his suit jacket flapping wide. She watches until he rounds the corner before she closes the door.
Sorry,
she says, returning to her phone.
What did I miss?
Just a porter. Delivering the bill, I think. What did you say you were doing?
Flipping through our wedding album.
That’s right,
she answers as she turns the envelope in her hand. You said you picked a favorite?
The one of us dancing.
Which one?
she asks. On the back of the blue envelope is a white wax seal. She traces its raised edges with her fingertip. Pressed within is a snowflake.
The wide shot. In the background, total darkness, completely black. In the foreground, barely off-center, you and I. I’m a silhouette, but you, along with your dress—it’s the perfect white. Your chin on my shoulder…
She tears the envelope.
…and Colby Wilson singing…
Inside is a single folded card embossed with a matching snowflake.
…and you,
he speaks but she does not hear. Do you remember what you said?
She unfolds the card, feels her breath catch within her chest.
Angie?
Yes?
she asks.
Do you remember what you said?
What did I say?
she responds, hands shaking.
‘Forever.’ You said, ‘This. Forever.’
How would he have known?
I love you, Angie.
Angie returns to the sleet-pocked window. Across, the Marquis hovers like a fifty-story switchboard, squares of yellow blinking through the storm. Below, bursts of rainbow light bombard 46th Street in silence, like peering into the world’s largest living room late at night and discovering the T.V. left on.
This isn’t it, she reminds herself. There is nothing out there for her. Nothing old and nothing new. Certainly nothing in the wet cold. She left it behind long ago.
But it does seem familiar, she thinks, fingering the charm around her neck.
As if it hasn’t been that long at all.
As if she could close her eyes and see through each of these buildings. Place every landmark and place herself anywhere in this city.
At any time.
With, it seems, anyone.
What was that?
she asks her husband.
I love you, Angie.
Far too familiar.
I love you, too.
Do you remember falling in love?
St. Dymphna’s. 9 P.M.
2
HE WAS LATE.
Angie swished her cider and eavesdropped on the three square tables of international misfits beside her. They were young and boisterous and their accents each sung with promises of places she might rather be. She nicknamed them ‘The U.N.,’ which they very well could have been, junior delegates or interns, and listened as she waited.
No! The bear would eat the shark!
shouted the German in the group.
But it would be in water,
replied a South African. In the water, the shark would eat the bear! We have sharks. I am telling you. The shark would win.
You have wussy bears then. German bears would eat the shark.
Pretty, not-quite-blonde girl, sitting by herself,
spoke a Belgian, turning towards Angie who had hid herself