Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SURREAL.
Of all the dreadful ideas on a Thursday night, this would turn out to be a damn good one. Amy’s roommates tried to play matchmaker with one of the guys on the judging team, but all she got in return was being judged by the guy she had a crush on. Pretty shirt, pretty hair, pretty make-up and all he saw was something to laugh at. She didn’t need him though. She was tougher than that. Guys are dumb.
Her roommates knew she had never been drunk before and after countless times of declined invitations, Amy had thrown in the towel. Whiskey and Coke, and a couple of cheap beers later and she was feeling pretty sauced. She didn’t need stupid judging team guy or that boyfriend back home she dumped last week. Judging team guy could keep his overrated status and that EX-boyfriend could start dating his nasty temper that liked to hand around.
Leaning against the bed of some cowboy named Fred’s pickup, Amy stared up at the stars. There were so many and they were so pretty she thought. Fred was handing Jenna, one of Amy’s roommates, a bottle. She took a big sip and giggled.
“Here, Amy. Take a drink.” She said.
Peer pressure was the theme of the night, but Amy was being a trooper about it. She took a small sip and upon tasting what must have been sweet nectar took a big swig.
“Dang girl.” Fred said. “You done polished off all the strawberry wine.”
“Whoops!” Amy said.
“Well, go throw it over in the ditch.” He said.
Amy decided she would walk over to the ditch and then maybe see if she could find a trash can around. It wasn’t her cup of tea to throw things in ditches. She was a biological science major. She may be drunk but she wasn’t that drunk. Littering wasn’t her style.
She walked away from the bonfire and soon came upon the ditch. She could hear Jenna laughing about something. Someone was saying her name. It sounded like Karen, another one of her roommates.
Her thoughts were lost in those beautiful stars though. She probably looked like an idiot standing out there by herself with a bottle in her hand looking at those stars but she didn’t care. She felt so free and so alive. The stars seemed to be getting closer and brighter. She was so struck by them.
A bright light came overhead. It was brighter than the stars. It just appeared out of nowhere. Amy turned around to see if anyone else noticed but everyone was distracted by the party. She turned around and looked at it. For a whole second, it just froze in the sky. Impossible she thought. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest.
“This is crazy. I must be imagining things.” She said to herself.
The light looked right at her and then with a bright flash, it blinked out of the sky. The stars came back into view.
“What the hell was in that wine?” She whispered.
She heard something coming her way but it was too late, someone was colliding with her. She dropped the bottle and big hands caught her before she fell into the ditch. The bottle rolled its way to the bottom of the ditch.
“Easy there, Darlin’.” He said.
“Oh my…. Ummm… I’m sorry.” She said.
“It’s okay. Uh, do ya mind lessenin’ the grip on my arm?” He asked with a southern drawl.
Realizing that she was latched to him like a cat, she turned red. She started to let go, but realized that little bit of wine had caused the world to be a little off kilter.
“I’m so sorry. I seem to be a little unsteady on my feet.” She giggled and wondered what he must think of her.
“It’s fine. I’ve got you. I’m Joe.”
“Nice to meet you Amy. Do you mind me askin’ what in the world you are doin’ all the way over here by yourself?”
“Well I was supposed to throw a bottle away so I came over here by the ditch but I was kind of hoping to find a trash can but there doesn’t seem to be one over here and then I saw this bright light and then you bumped into me and now the bottle is down in the ditch so… I’m rambling.”
He chuckled.”Would ya like me to get the bottle? I know where the trash can is.”
“That would be AWESOME.” She said a little too enthusiastically.
He grinned at her and then shuffled down into the ditch to retrieve the bottle.
“AMMMMYYYYYY!!!!” Karen called out.
“Over here!!!” Amy said, but Karen didn’t seem to hear her.
Joe came back up and escorted her back to the party. They found the trash can and threw the bottle away.
“Thank you for your help. You didn’t have to do that.” Amy said.
“It was no problem. No need in littering. Seems like you needed some help anyway.” He smiled at her..
“Would you like to come hang out with my friends? We are over by Fred’s truck.”
“Let me just grab a beer and then I’ll walk over there with you.” He said.
She thought he was so polite and must be from down south. He went over to a blue diesel with an ice chest in the back and grabbed a beer and a bottle of water. He handed her the water and walked over to the Fred’s truck with her.
“There you are!” Karen exclaimed. “Well it’s about time. Ooohhh! Who is this?! Dang Amy, maybe you should get lost more often.”
Amy turned bright red but Joe just chuckled and introduced himself. He helped her up onto Fred’s truck and they started talking. She found out he was from Mississippi and was going to school to be an Ag teacher. She also figured out that he lived on campus in the dorms right across from hers. She didn’t know how she had never bumped into him in the past month that she was going to college here. She told him about the crazy ex and how this was her first time to get drunk. She told him that she wasn’t planning on making this a habit and about this big test she had to take tomorrow in English.
The fire started to burn down and it was almost time to head back to the dorms. Amy was still feeling the liquid courage and asked for his phone.
“There. Now you can text me if you want.”
Joe beamed at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Amy. We got to go!!!” Karen said. “Our ride is leaving.”
“Ah crap.” Amy hopped down from the truck and was already heading for the car.
“I’ll see ya around Amy.” Joe said.
“Bye!” Amy hollered and jumped in the truck just in time. She felt the tingle on her cheek where he had kissed her. It was the perfect way to end the night.