This week's Sunday Scribblings theme is not so much a prompt, as it is an assignment. The premise of this assignment (I'm paraphrasing - so this is my interpretation of the assignment here): Go out into the world, armed with your pen and paper; your eyes and ears; and find an interesting character to study. Note all their individual details. Then, based upon your observations, write about that character.
If you're interested in the whole process thing, here are my notes (and my wonky quick sketch) on my character - otherwise, you can skip on down to the full story - which really is only slightly embellishing* my observations (and drawing a strange possible conclusion from them).
*and fictionalizing (added later to clarify that this is a story that I wrote based on my observations.
TRANSCRIBED NOTES: Tall bald guy, came out of nowhere pulling at clothes (zipping?) in a hurry
or just moves fast-long legs talking to clerk looked at me, knows I'm looking weird sideburns diagonal 20's-30's? pale light eyes khaki pantcuffs turned up new brown shoes "only came in for that one"
leaving now can't see him in the parking lot time??
Now here's the story that came from that:
For such a tall guy, he certainly seemed to appear out of thin air. One moment I was the only one crossing a parking lot of cars. There wasn't a 6'6' bald man in sight; and yet, the next minute, there he was, in front of me. Straightening his clothes: adjusting his pants, smoothing down his shirt, as though they'd gotten askew as he fell from the sky into the parking lot. He touched his khaki's somewhat awkwardly; almost as if he'd never worn this particular type of clothing before. Like someone wearing a costume from another century.
He continued to stride purposefully across the parking lot towards the bookstore, as he tugged and smoothed his non-descript, light tan khaki's (the khaki was only a shade darker than his pale, smooth and mostly hairless skin). He moved as though time were of the essence - no time to stop and look down to make sure the fly was zipped all the way; just grope as you go, and hope for the best. Never breaking his stride as he made these adjustments; he appeared to be a man on a mission.
His long legs carried him in no time through the doors and on to the back of the store; past browsing shoppers and the ever-present students sitting in the aisles, leaning against bookcases. He moved like a cruise ship sailing alongside dinghies and rowboats. He towered over them; and without ever appearing to really hurry, he glided past them in a blink of an eye.
I followed at a discreet distance; his bald head was like a beacon, seen above the bookcases. Even at the back of the store he was easy to spot all the way from the entrance. He looked down towards the clerk at the information desk from his full height; he didn't bend down or lean over the counter as many tall people are apt to do when addressing shorter people. As the clerk searched for something in a large volume, the bald man glanced around towards the front of the store. He appeared to scan the crowd, as if he was aware he was under scrutiny.
His gaze touched mine lightly, passed on to the next shopper; then swung back - as though some small, subtle clue had suddenly registered in his circuitry, that I was the person overly interested in him. He gave me one more quick, dismissive glance, then turned back to the clerk who was speaking to him.
As I drew closer (feigning I was scanning bookshelves for non-existent titles), I would sneak little furtive peeks at him, and odd details in his appearance became apparent.
Despite the length of his legs, his khaki pants appeared too long even for him - as though they were hand-me-downs from his big brother. Even turned up at the bottom hem, they still draped over his new brown pleather shoes. He didn't wear a watch or carry a cell phone, or even appear to have so much as a pen, or anything in his pockets. His eyebrows were very light - almost non-existent. But the most striking feature of all, was the strange sparse, light brown sideburns on his otherwise-bald head. They weren't mutton chops or straight sideburns - these appeared to grow at an odd angle, too high up for a man's normal beard growth. They were two lightning bolts of hair, growing almost diagonally across his face. Starting an inch or more away from his ears, just below his high cheekbones, then almost alongside his straight nose; on down to just past his mouth, towards his jutting jaw. The rest of his face was smooth and unlined. He could have been almost any age, from twenty to forty.
Perhaps moving so quickly through time slows the aging process.
I finally had arrived within hearing distance, just as he replied to the clerk's question, in flat, unaccented English, "No, thank you. I only came here for that one." As he turned away from the clerk, his small, blue-gray eyes, looking like two steel ball bearings - met mine briefly. He added, "I made a special trip here just for that. Nothing else." I wasn't certain if he was talking to the clerk, or to me.
Then he purposefully strode once again past the browsing shoppers, the leaning students, towards the exit. As though this were just one of many bookstores he would be visiting on his mission for that one book.
I tried to quickly follow him - I wanted to see what kind of car or truck he might get into...but when I looked out through the glass doors at the front, the parking lot appeared empty - no pedestrians in sight, and there were no cars starting or leaving. Apparently he'd left the same way he came. Disappeared into thin air.
I went back to question the clerk, to ask her what he'd been looking for, but other customers had already lined up, taking the bald man's place. I browsed awhile waiting, but by the time I came back to the desk, she'd gone home. Another clerk had taken over the information counter.
Now I'll never know what one book he might have been looking for, and somehow I think it's important. I mean really important. There was a sense of urgency and also a sense of - what can I call it? Timelessness...This sounds a little crazy, even to me; but I'll share it with you anyway. I think -- I think he came here looking for something we'll need someday. But I don't know exactly what - which one...
I know; I know what you're thinking...if a civilization is advanced enough for time travel, what could we possibly know now that they wouldn't know; but who knows what knowledge we've already lost through time? When they burned the library at Alexandria, what knowledge was lost then?
Though there are theories, we don't even know for certain how they built Stonehenge or the pyramids, or why we did those things. We think we might know; but we don't really. We don't have the books anymore, if they ever existed.
What else don't we know now, that we might not even know that we need to know? What might we know now, that someday will be forgotten and needed again...
What one book should I try to ensure gets passed down; preserved through the ages? I wish I knew what one book might save him this trip; going on this mission. Maybe save us...even the planet.
I wish he could pull it out of thin air. I hope he finds it in time.
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OMG that was GOOD!!! I read every single word. I have to admit that sometimes when I read Sunday Scribblings I just skim them (I mean EVERYONES}. This held my attention even more than Madame Sylvia's escapades. Your sketch is wonderful and gives the reader an even more realistic impression of the man, one that goes right along with the observation. I know the book you are writing will be a success because, girl, you can really move those words out of your pen. Excellent!!!!!
I was just reading yesterday about the scientists that have made another breakthrough and moved molecules a much further distance than they have previously done. Now here among us is a true time traveller! Beam me up Scotty!
Posted by: judie | October 08, 2006 at 08:31 AM
I'm thinking there may be a fine line between stalking and observing someone! Great piece anyway!
Posted by: Kamsin | October 08, 2006 at 08:49 AM
I soooo enjoyed reading this. i got really into it too!
I believe (I think) in time travel. and you have me thinking now about that one book!
I am not much into celebrity gossip or a big "fan " of anything or anyone famous. (ok, maybe Oprah. I do love her!)
About 5 years ago my sister, my mom, and I saw Jesus Christ SuperStar on Mother's Day in an off broadway production in Manhattan. We had front row seats. It was AMAZING! Judas was so incredible. We waited for him outside after the show (so unlike me!), but then we were too chicken to say anything so we just followed him a bit. The way home on the train I kept thinking about his life...his apartment...his dishes. It is odd to let your self get into a strangers life.
Your story brought me that memory.
Thank you for you comment on my blog today. You brought me big smiles! :)
Posted by: Melba | October 08, 2006 at 08:49 AM
Don't worry Kamsin, this is fictionalized! No actual stalking was involved! He did see me looking at him, though, which was a little disconcerting to us both :)
Thanks for the kind comment.
Judie - yeah, I want one of those teleportation stations!
Thanks for reading every word - sometimes I just make up the ones in between you know :) Seriously, thanks for the sweet words!
Melba - Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had fun imagining this scenario. I'd be too shy I think to actually follow someone around like the narrator in the story - though I was trying to sneak a peek at him as he went by and he saw! I'm sure I blushed bright red, too.
I love the music in JC Superstar! I'm glad it's still being put on out there. When I was a teen, I about wore out the soundtrack album (on vinyl! yikes that was a long time ago!)
Posted by: tinker | October 08, 2006 at 09:14 AM
Might this character appear in your current work in progress, or the next one, or the one after that? I see novels appearing, Tinker novels!!
Posted by: Ray | October 08, 2006 at 09:15 AM
I don't know that he'll be making an appearance in this one - though I'm learning to not rule anything completely out with this writing process of mine. Though I think I would someday like to pursue his story a little further!
Thanks, Ray!
Posted by: tinker | October 08, 2006 at 09:19 AM
Wow! Talk about an eye for detail! You´ve got it in spades. Excellent piece. xo
Posted by: Paris Parfait | October 08, 2006 at 10:22 AM
Your imagination could get you into trouble!
I love the way you went from a perfectly innocent but well-observed encounter to this.
Posted by: Caroline | October 08, 2006 at 11:47 AM
You made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Too cool for words!
Posted by: Pacian | October 08, 2006 at 11:48 AM
Very interesting character...Wonder where a
6'6 guy got pants that were too big.
:-)
Posted by: Gemma | October 08, 2006 at 02:38 PM
Excellent job... a masterpiece.
Posted by: Autrice | October 08, 2006 at 02:49 PM
I loved your conclusion - it certainly seems to fit your observations
Posted by: Catherine | October 08, 2006 at 03:51 PM
I loved this it was just so mysterious, was he a time traveller or an alien or what? At times it felt quite chilling. I could see it all happening in my mind as I went along reading it.
Posted by: Daisy Lupin | October 08, 2006 at 04:53 PM
Fascinating! Not just an observation, but a real story.
Posted by: patry | October 08, 2006 at 07:42 PM
Thanks everyone for stopping by and leaving such sweet comments - you've definitely made my day!
Posted by: tinker | October 08, 2006 at 10:07 PM
THIS WAS SO GOOD. I really forgot it was fictionalized about halfway through and was like WHOA! GO TINKER! Chase him down! Of course I've been watching far too much SVU so at the beginning I was thinking, be careful, he's a bad guy!
Great job, Tink! :)
Posted by: Sam | October 09, 2006 at 01:11 PM
That was an amazing story. I loved it.
Posted by: Heather | October 09, 2006 at 01:20 PM
What a good writer you are. I loved the story you wrote. Keep it up.
Posted by: violetismycolor | October 09, 2006 at 08:35 PM
I waited until this morning to read this because I wanted to really read it. I'm so glad I did. What a way to start my morning...a cup of coffee and this wonderful, compelling story. It takes a lot to get me "sucked in" but your stories do every time.
oh and the book he was looking for? That damn book, of course...that's why we're all waiting for you to write it!! :)
Posted by: Lisa | October 10, 2006 at 01:11 AM
The thing about writing is that you bring the reader on a journey with you. That in the telling of the story, in the description of its characters and the painted scenery with words....the reader can actually see and experience what is unfolding. You have ALL of that and more when you write...and I could see it all as I read this piece. Of course now I will always wonder - what WAS the book he was seeking (or has it even been written yet?) and how did he travel? YOU are GOOD!
XOXO
Posted by: lisa(oceandreamer) | October 10, 2006 at 08:03 AM
This is the best SS this week IMHO. Need to read more to find out what kind of book you're writing and when I can get in line to buy a copy.
Blessings to you, Tinker.
Posted by: Jerri | October 10, 2006 at 03:12 PM
your attention to details are astounding and show in your work.. I adore your art..lol
Peace, Kai
Posted by: kai | October 10, 2006 at 06:10 PM