Escaping with the Two Bobs (Short Fiction)

02 Jun


Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?

It had been a long day, an even longer month and the year felt interminable; and it was only March.

Sandra felt stuck.  She couldn’t always put her finger on it, but the feeling was more or less there all the time.  Her job, once promising and fulfilling, had become something of a dead-end.  Her relationships all seemed to turn out the same.  They began well enough, but then either the guy wanted to move at warp speed or he didn’t want to move at all.

Maybe it’s me, she had thought on more than one occasion.

She wasn’t sure why she felt this general malaise.  She was normally a happy-go-lucky sort of person.  In fact, people often commented on how her optimism inspired them.

I don’t feel so optimistic these days, she would think as they praised her, these days I’m just optimistic I’m not a full-blown pessimist!

It’s not that everything in her life was bad or stale.  She had much to be thankful for, and she was.  It’s just she had this overriding sense that somewhere along the way she lost track of something.  She wasn’t totally sure what that something was, but she was sure, nonetheless, she had lost it.

Thank God, finally this day is over, she muttered to herself, as the clock struck five o’clock on Friday afternoon.

I wasn’t sure I would live to see the weekend, she half-kidded with herself.

She said her good-byes to her colleagues and her boss, with a smattering of waves and smiles, and darted for the door.

At this moment the only thought on her mind was getting to her car as quickly as she could.

Please, don’t let anyone call out my name.  Please, don’t let anyone ask me if I want to grab dinner or go to a movie, she was thinking at rapid-fire pace as she hurried to her car.

Almost there, just a few steps more, she said in anticipation.  She clicked the doors unlocked, threw her purse across to the passenger’s seat, and all in one motion, jumped in the driver’s seat, shut the door, and put the key in the ignition.

Made it, she said in triumph!  She sarcastically thought to herself this must be the way a marathoner feels when he crosses the finish line.

She pulled away from the parking lot and took a long, deep breath.

She knew she wasn’t ready to head home.  Dirty dishes and piles of laundry awaited her there.  No, home would be no refuge this afternoon.

So, she did what she often did when she needed to get away; she took the east-bound lane, the opposite direction of her home, and started to drive.  This was one of her favorite stretches of road.  It was an easy drive.  It was scenic.  It was low on traffic.  And most of all, it allowed her to be secluded in her own thoughts and just unwind.

Ah, freedom, she thought, as she zoomed out of town, with all her responsibilities behind her.

Time to unwind and forget about the world for a while, she said aloud as she reached for her stereo.

Sandra was ready to keep company with her two favorite men, two men she had admired since she was a teenager.

The two Bobs, she smiled as she turned on the tunes.

For the next couple of hours and several miles, she allowed the two Bobs to whisk her away.  There was something enchanting about them.  They always seemed to know just what to say to her, when to say it and how to say it.

She forgot about life for a while.  And enjoyed the solitude, safe in her red sedan cocoon.

She bopped her head to the music and blared out the words.  Safe and confined, in her own little world at 65 MPH on four wheels.

Like a Rolling Stone, Tangled Up in Blue, Mr. Tambourine Man, Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door, Hurricane, Changing of the Guards, Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright, Lily Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts soothed her for the first leg of the journey.  The first Bob cast his spell, with his jerky lyrics phrased perfectly as a skilled wordsmith, and made her feel free and young and wild.

She made a u-turn to head back.  Half the journey over, she was ready to make the switch.

Time for my other Bob, she thought as she switched tracks.

The second leg of her retreat had the air filled with the raspy, rhythm & blues, rock n’ rollin vocals of the man from Michigan.

This Bob swooned her with Against the Wind, Night Moves, Hollywood Nights, Brave Strangers, Rock n Roll Never Forgets, Sunspot Baby, Shame on the Moon, Fire Lake, Til It Shines, and Old Time Rock n Roll.

She pulled into her drive feeling relaxed and alive.  Mediation had never paid such dividends for her.

Why can’t all men be like my two Bobs, she wondered as she turned off the music and exited her car.

Well, she added, I guess I always have my Bobs to help me escape and throw off life and its clutches for just a little while.

As she walked away from her car, and her two Bobs, she took a look back over her shoulder and said with a smile, I’ll see you guys again in the morning!


Posted by on June 2, 2013 in Short Fiction


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6 responses to “Escaping with the Two Bobs (Short Fiction)

  1. Beth Murray

    June 4, 2013 at 7:27 am

    You nailed that one on the head, however I used to be in the car with someone else with the windows rolled down, singing to the top of our lungs, with hair flying, and only to Bob Seger. Things change, m

  2. Beth Murray

    June 4, 2013 at 7:29 am

    girl interrupted, my hair no longer is flying, but I’m still singing. Love that man from Michigan.


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