Season of Growth

*This will hopefully turn out to be a short story, my first but I have faith that I will actually finish it unlike the countless novels I started. I want to give thanks to a certain group of people for the inspiration however this is the first draft so it won't be my best and I'd hate to shame them so to speak. Anyway here goes it and comments are greatly appreciated.




I was surprised to receive a phone call that first week of Spring Break and the fact that it was from Cathy made it even more rare. The only time we had talked was in our social science class, which was last semester as Cathy decided against the continuation. I remember that last day we exchanged numbers but I didn’t think anything of it.

Cathy was tough and experienced, the kind of person that would make it in New York even though they’d never been there. I on the other hand was a bit of a loner, not entirely out of want for I didn’t really fit with the personalities of others. The only reason we bonded was due to a commonality in our past, a shared experience that would never hold up a friendship yet by some slim chance it at least opened the door.

It was a Monday when Cathy called, I remembered it not for the fact it was the first day of the week for me but because of the vernal thunderstorm that shook the earth earlier that day. I had been taking a nap in my dorm which was custom as I had become a hermit my last year of high school and stayed on this first year of college despite my hopes otherwise. Usually I would just let my cell ring and check the messages while heading to class. I figured the image of me walking with cell phone in hand imposed that of importance of one who had plans even though the truth was I had none. It being break id didn’t need to image projection that no one cared about anyway. I was still holding on to high school ideals when everyone here focused on what was happening in their own world and anyone was allowed to get lost in the masses.

“Allo,” I said groggily when I finally reached the phone. Cathy and I talked for about ten minutes catching up on each other’s lives since fall semester. After all the sincerities Cathy invited me to see some indie film at the old gaudy theater downtown. Having heard good reviews on the film I decided to accept the invitation. When Cathy ended the call, ecstatic in her cool-tempered way, I changed into something more appropriate for outdoor wear, popped in the Postal Service to liven me up and waited for Cathy to call back.

Arriving at the theater Cathy and I watched the film halfway through before sneaking into another one. Our double feature ended and we decided to get ice cream at Cold Stone while the city lights began to illuminate the streets.