Spontaneous Fiction
I just completed the first challenge of the Spontaneity chapter of the Beauty Equation book. The challenge is to look at a photo and create a narrative of what is going on in the picture. I had so much fun writing the story of my chosen photo, that I thought I’d post it here as well. I wrote about Photo #2, which is the top photo on page 85 of the Beauty Equation book. It shows two models in a convertible: a woman in the driver’s seat leaning out the window, and a man looking rather horrified in the passenger seat.
One note: I do not condone the reckless driving that I’m about to describe. It’s fiction. Drive carefully!
The Story
The models were going out for an evening drive before a night out on the town. They’d known each other for a couple months, but this was their first time going out together. He drove to her house to pick her up and set his car keys down on the table just inside the front door while he waited for her to finish getting ready. Moments later, she appeared in the front hall looking radiant and smiling genuinely. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and a breezy hello. Before he knew what was happening, she spun around and snatched the car keys off the front table and practically skipped out her front door and down to the convertible he’d parked in the driveway. That left him to close her front door behind them and to wonder how he’d just let that happen: he did not let other people drive his car.
As they drove, she eased his anxiety about not being in the driver’s seat by asking him questions and really listening to what he had to say. The questions struck him as important and unordinary, not just small talk. Suddenly she turned onto an unmarked back road. He knew this wasn’t the way into downtown, but she said it was the scenic route. He didn’t get what was so scenic about it: there were no flashy lights, no pretty sights; just dark roads deserted of all other cars on the outskirts of the city.
She smiled as she meandered along the different roads, turning onto whatever street felt right. A dog barked in the distance. Immediately the smile evaporated from her face. She had not become unhappy; rather, she suddenly had an idea that required her full attention. She thought about all the dogs she’d seen riding in cars with their heads out the window, and how free and happy they all seemed to her. She decided she must experience that feeling. She checked the road ahead to make sure it was straight and long, with no other cars in sight. Then she set the convertible to cruise control. Nearly standing up out of her seat, using the steering wheel and car door to leverage herself, she pushed her head out the side of the car.
He asked her with a horrified look on his face what on earth she was doing. But she didn’t hear him. In fact, she didn’t even know he was there anymore. She was caught up in the moment: smelling the different smells of the neighborhood as they rushed by her, feeling the wind on her face and whipping her hair into knots. She had a new understanding of dogs: they knew what it felt like to be free. She had never known how caged she felt until she thought to seek her own freedom.
After a few moments, she sat back down in the car, took the wheel with both hands, and slowed to make a right turn onto a main road as if nothing had happened. As it turns out, her spontaneity and innate sense of direction head landed them just a block from their destination. The two of them had not spoken a word to one another since he realized she wasn’t hearing him with her head out the window. Normally he’d be furious at someone for driving his car without asking and then being so reckless with their lives as she drove through the back roads, but somehow he wasn’t. Instead he just wanted to understand her better. He was curious. He was hooked.
She eased the car to the curb in front of their destination, and as they got out of the car, he noticed that she whispered something about freedom into the valet’s ear while giving him the car keys. Her date stood nervously on the sidewalk. As she smiled at him and slipped her arm through his, he felt his muscles ease and his face begin to grin, despite himself. “Who is this girl?” he thought. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” she said, her face red from the wind and her hair still windblown. He told her she was beautiful, and that she somehow seemed even more beautiful to him now than just an hour before when he picked her up. “Isn’t freedom beautiful?” She asked intently, before laughing and pulling him inside the building by the hand.


I wanted to share the research I gathered from various articles on the benefits of my favorite three nuts. The pistachio, almond and cashew. I always keep them in my bag to munch on between clients, work-outs and hunger pangs! Packed with vitamins, nutrients and an all around fabulous taste, feel ‘guilt free’ when reaching for these guys as a snack of choice! Enjoy!