Justin Thorp's Stories

Morning Thoughts

2007-04-22T12:14:07Z

It was such a stupid idea to stay up so late last night. Now I’m barely awake.

As I walk to work, I feel asleep.

I’m afraid that I’m going to fall asleep on the subway.

What did I do last night? I’m so tired I don’t even remember.

I need coffee.

Coffee and a scone would be better.

I wish I were in bed.

I’m going to fall asleep in all of my meetings today.

Maybe I can call in sick today and just sleep the rest of the day.

Do you think anyone would notice?

I really shouldn’t.

How many vacation hours do I have left?

But I have so many projects at work that have to be done.

This is going to be a horrible day.

Where is Starbucks when I need it?

Nothing starts the day off right like a Frappuccino.

The Red Tree

2007-03-08T02:55:51Z

As a child, the summer was always one of my favorite times. I would go to my Aunt Sharon’s house to play with my cousin Billy.

They had a lot of property. Behind, their house were these rolling hills. I loved going back there and sitting by the red tree.

I never could figure out why the leaves were always red but it was my favorite spot in the universe. I could go there and sit for hours. When I was near it, I’d escape into my own little world.

At the red tree, I had the greatest adventures. One minute I day I was on a pirate ship. One day I was playing baseball Yankee Stadium.

The red tree was where I escaped one world and entered another. I could be having the worst day but when I was around the red tree it didn’t matter.

For the first few months, I was the only one who knew about what happened at the red tree. One day, I decided that I would bring my friend Emma along with me.

Rain, Coffee, and The Talk

2007-03-08T02:32:12Z

He sunk into the large chair. He sat there looking out the window and watching the rain fall ever so slowly. It was like time was slowing down just to spite him.

He looked at his watch and sipped his coffee wondering when she would show up. He had called her and said they had to talk. He wasn’t sure what to say. He just knew things weren’t right.

Every time the door opened, he’d glance over and wonder if it would be her. He had rehearsed what’d he was going to say a million times but it never seemed just right.

How was she going to react when he told her? Would she be mad?

The door to the coffee shop opened. He saw her. They acknowledged each other. As she walked over, he took a deep breath, wondering if there was some way that he could make a quick escape but that wasn’t going to happen.

The hugged. The both sat down so they could have “the talk.”