Sandwich Guy: A Romantic Short Story
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“Sandwich Guy,” she said.
“Oh, good, you’re home,” he said, and then disappeared. He returned a moment later, hauling a large, leather arm chair. “May I come in?” he asked, and she stepped aside. He hauled the chair over to the windows and set it down. “I kept thinking about this view and what a shame it was that you weren’t enjoying it properly.” Once the chair was settled in the perfect spot, he presented it like a game show host, arms out toward it. “Tah-dah!”
“Thanks,” said Izzy, a little unsure.
“When I was a kid, my grandfather used to sit me on his lap in this chair and read his scripts to me, because he was an actor too. Actually, he was and is my greatest inspiration. He lived a long, happy, creative life full of laughter and love. When he passed away, I took the chair to college with me. I used to sit in it to learn my lines. It was a good luck chair for me. After I graduated, I took it with me to the city. It was the only thing I owned, well, this and a futon. When I finally signed with an agent, I was sitting in this chair when he called me. When I got cast in my first professional show, I was in this chair when I got the call. First film role, first TV role... All of them, I was in this chair when they told me. What I’m saying, Izzy, is the only souvenirs this chair is carrying are ones from positive, happy times.” He smiled and then sat in the chair. “And, it’s incredibly comfy. I want you to have it.”
“Thank you,” Izzy said, finding herself very moved by his gift.
“Try it out,” he told her, straining to rise out of the chair. She pushed him back down onto it and crawled onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. After a good long while, they broke the kiss. “Thank you, it’s my favorite piece of furniture ever.” Then she sat up. “Oh my god, don’t you have a show?” She started to get up, to let him leave, he pulled her back down.
“Monday night. The theater is always dark on a Monday night.” He kissed her and she settled into his body. She looked out the window and sighed.
“Wow, this really is an incredible view,” he agreed, “so I think we should sit here and enjoy this view for a long time.”
“I think you’re right,” he said and they sat watching the sun sink slowly into the sea.
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Across town, alone in his apartment, Clavin cleared the things off of Izzy’s desk. He took a thick rag and a bottle of furniture polish and shined the wood carefully. Then, he returned everything to its exact place. When everything was back, he stared at it for a moment and then stepped to the window and watched the night creep over the city.
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