(Published in “What She Left Behind”) A group of stragglers crowded through the door and she found herself looking up at the little Flea Market man she’d characterized in a short story. “Damien?” “Rebecca?” She stared at his ageless face, taking in the memorable mess of brown hair. He broke into a smile that spread from ear to ear like a demonic cartoon. She hadn’t seen him in over a year, not since his band Sex Toys had played one of her old house parties with Jeremy, Audrey and Simon. Rebecca met Damien when she and Audrey had stumbled upon a series of after-hours clubs in the X-town area. They’d spent many weekends prowling the über-secretive spots after rock shows.
Given my natural inclination to get into situations I can write about later, I have always been open to saying “yes” to any opportunity that happened to peak my curiosity. In this case, I had recently written an article on a young comedian in town, by the name of Haun, for a weekly entertainment paper. I’d not seen him perform before the interview, but I worked with a comedian who was always making me laugh and he’d suggested the story. I trusted his instincts.