The possibilities are endless. Right?
1. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding. She has a nice time. She goes home.
2. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding. She gets drunk, makes a pass at a groomsman and is rebuffed. She goes home and cries herself to sleep.
3. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding. She gets drunk with the groomsmen. She stumbles out into the hotel hallway with one and they kiss. A group of people get off the elevator and they stop. She says goodbye. She leaves. He promises to call, but of course, he doesn’t.
4. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding and gets drunk with the groomsmen. One groomsman convinces her to go look for some other friends and she wanders the hotel hallways with him until they get tired and sit on the floor where they pass out. In the morning they are teased endlessly by their friends.
5. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding and gets drunk. She finds herself alone with a groomsman in the hotel hallway where they kiss. A lot. They go downstairs and ask for a room. When they are told a dental convention has taken all the other rooms, they lean against each other and laugh. They go to the bar, get coffee, and talk all night. After the day they never see each other again.
6. A young woman, an aspiring writer, goes to her friend’s wedding. Drunk, she keeps dancing with a groomsman until they have left the reception and kiss in the hotel hallway. They try to get a room but the rooms are filled with wedding and dental convention guests. They laugh and stumble into the parking lot. He suggests they find his car but he doesn’t have his keys. They go to the Denny’s across the road and share secrets all night. They never see each other again.
7. A young woman, an aspiring writer, gets drunk at her friend’s wedding. She dances as long as she can and then leaves with a groomsman. They kiss on the hallway floor and in the stairwell. There are no rooms available. They go to the parking lot where they dance between the cars and kiss again, but they can’t get in his car. He doesn’t have the keys. They give up and go to the room she is sharing with another friend. The two of them fall on the bed, and she with her head on his shoulder falls asleep. He strokes her hair. They never see each other again.
How do you know when a story is true? I don’t mean–it really happened that way. You may know well a story is fiction, but it rings true in your head or your heart or your gut. Wherever it is you feel such things.
One of the above stories may be true. Which one feels that way to you and why? Or perhaps they all fall flat. Why then are they unbelievable?