Golden Age, Episode 9, Part 1
People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.
My mom had no problem with me going out to a movie with Shelby. I just wish she didn’t insist on calling it a date. It wasn’t a date. Right? Saturday night I sat in my chair waiting for Shelby to come get me. I had worn a pair of yoga pants, because they were the easiest to fit my knee brace over, and a long sweater.
I was using a folding wheelchair tonight so that I could ride in Shleby’s car. Once Shelby arrived I said goodbye to my mom and escaped. Shelby helped me into his car and loaded my chair into his trunk. We rode to the movie theater in silence. I felt so nervous for some reason. I fiddled with my sleeves and was glad that the theater was only a few minutes away.
Shelby had chosen a gorefest for us to see. Which was great, I needed to blow off some steam and watching a bunch of edits get eaten by a monster seemed like a great way to do it. Shelby insisted on buying my ticket, so I insisted on buying snacks. One advantage of being in a wheelchair is that you get to sit in the good seats at the movies.
Before the previews we talked about school. The previews were so bad that it gave me hope for the movie, anything had to be better. We laughed at how the bad the special effects looked in the trailers and I realized I was having fun for the first time. in a long time.
The movie was bloody, full of jump scares, and everything I needed. By the end of the movie I was smiling and laughing at all of the bad decisions made by the characters in the movies. Shelby and I were leaning together so our whispers wouldn’t bother the other moviegoers. He smelled nice.
After the movie we went and got ice cream. As I ordered my peanut butter ice cream I realized that this was a date and I wasn’t even mad. Shelby was a gentleman and I enjoyed talking to him. He dropped me off at home, pushing me to the door. He leaned down to hug me and I kissed him on the cheek. He blushed.
My mom opened the door and we shot apart, Shelby stumbling backwards before walking quickly back to his car. I waved as he left. My mom gave me a knowing look as she pushed me to my room.
Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.