The Story That Will Never Be Written

A year ago (January of 2013) I started writing a story at work. I don't have any notes about this story, so I'm assuming it was a spur of the moment thing. And I'm also assuming that I only worked on it briefly one night in between calls. I came upon the saved story in my documents at work while I was deleting things and upon opening it and reading the few words I had typed up, I remember coming up with one of the character's name, but that's it. I don't recall where the story was headed or what it was going to be about.

So here it is, the story that will never be written:

Cory and Linda had been dating for two years now, and they looked as in love now as they did when they first started dating. Astrid looked at her best friend and smiled at the glowing expression on her face. She was very happy for Linda. In all of her years, Astrid had never seen such love before. She was convinced it did not exist. But now she knew it did, and the idea filled her with satisfaction. All those years of searching for a bigger meaning, and she finally found it. Love.

The three of them were having after-dinner drinks and Astrid had a sneaking suspicion of what was about to come. She watched as Cory gulped the remainder of his Rum and Coke and set his glass down a little bit too hard. Linda stared at him with a furrow brow. Astrid waited patiently, amused.

“Now that we finished our dinner, I wanted to take the opportunity to speak with you, Astrid.” Cory locked gazes with Astrid and she sat back in her chair.

“Alright,” Astrid responded.

Cory cleared his throat and continued. “You are Linda’s best friend, but more than that, you’re her only family. And as her only family, I want to ask you for permission to marry her.”

Linda gasped, and Astrid’s gaze switched over to her.