Tea & Cigarettes
I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting behind a small restaurant table with a man I
’ve (I'd) never met sitting opposite to me, sipping
what appeared to be clunky and disturbs your very clear image. "Waking up" is a cliche opening... but you make it work for the story. tea. The man seemed to be in his thirties, and was
and sported... use active voice? sporting a short black beard, a small golden earring in his ear
, delete... serial comma and a charming spark in his eyes.
“Where… Where am I?”
“Here,” said the stranger and took another sip.
(this line rocks)
“Where’s here? And who are you,
anyway delete. I might even delete the "Where's here? And", since he seems befuddled and too confused to really think straight... but that's just me.?”
“William,” he said, putting down his tea. He
then (delete) took out a cigarette pack, opened it, and casually threw a smoke in his mouth.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m William. And you must be Ernest Wright, correct?” he said, taking out a little notebook. He took a short glance at it, and reassuringly stated,
“Yes, Ernest Wright. Nice to meet you then.”
“Em… Pleasure’s all mine.
Now, I hope you don’t mind me asking… But who are you? And just where the hell am I?” You've already asked these...
“
Add "You're" to the front of the sentence? Dead,” said William, and lit his cigarette.
“Dead?”
“Dimensionally challenged.”
“Wait a min-”
“Perpetually immobilized.”
“I’m not-”
“Eternally at peace.”
“Wha-”
“
Not alive.”
“Hold on a-”
“Dead.”
::happy sigh:: I love that exchange!
I looked at the table. I looked at his cigarette. It burnt a bright orange light, leaving an ash trail hanging on the tip as my companion inhaled the smoke. It all looked real enough.
Too many "looked"s. Maybe delete the first sentence and change the last "looked" to "seemed?"
“No way,” I said.
“Yes way,” said William, and winked completely unexpectedly.
“Em. That sucks.”
“Sure does. Anyway, I’m just here to acquaint you with the surroundings. It’s kinda my job now. We had Lewis Carroll doing that some time ago, but he met Oscar Wilde one day and they climbed down some rabbit hole outside town, and now neither wants to come out.”
The rabbit hole bit is cool... but a bit too fantastical for what we've seen of your setting. Maybe change the reason they're unavailable?
“Right… Em…”
“Look, I know how I’m supposed to show you around and all, but I’m sure you can manage on your own. Right? Right. Just don’t go North – that’s where all the critics are.”
Woohoo! Great line.
“Em…”
“Well, been a pleasure, Ernest,”
New sentence he stood up and promptly departed. In a minute, I was the only man in the entire restaurant. Or whatever the heck it was. Both William’s notebook and the cigarette pack still lay on the table, right next to the teacup. The notebook was open on a page that read,
Ernest Vincent Wright
Literary accomplishment(s): wrote a grammatically correct 50,000+ story without ever using the letter “e.”
Death due to: writing a grammatically correct 50,000+ story without ever using the letter “e.”
I smirked and took the cigarettes. I took one out and lit it (I
always knew my lucky Zippo
me being ignorant, but I want to know. What's a Zippo? would one day come in handy).
Perhaps I should’ve written my “Gadsby” without the letter “f” instead, I thought, enjoying the cigarette - Shakespeare smoked Marlboro Reds.