  Fragments for March 20, 2004. Here's another urlLink Fragment scene. The fragment meme is done by taking 3 random Fragment sentences and incorporating a story around them. The fragments are in bold. I'm doing something a little different with this fragment. I'm working on a larger story, and this is one small scene from that story.
I'm just trying to feel out the characters and figure out where I want it to go. The life he knew was over. It was tough to wrap the words around the thought in his mind . That all he had known and loved for the last 7 years was gone. Friends, love, routine.. comfort. But he was here because he was needed. He stares out the window watching people walk past his parked car and he leans back in his seat.
His hand rests on the steering wheel as a song finishes playing on the radio. The song plays in the background of his mind as he ponders the unknown path that lay before him. His mother was dying, his father was distant and over-worked. Nothing was right. Nothing was the same. He did what any loving son would do in this situation, he dropped his life on the coast and came home. Despite it being the home he had never really known. Suddenly he realizes that the song has stopped and a commercial blares disturbing him from thought.
He leaves the car and enters a small cafe on the corner of a busy street. It's a beautiful little shop, with bright vibrant colors. It stands out against the dirt and rust that dominates this town. He'd been coming here every few days since he first came to town 3 weeks ago. He doesn't even like the coffee. But the first day he came to town he came here to get away from the stress at the house. And the girl working behind the counter gave him the sweetest smile. It almost made him forget about his troubles. So he finds himself coming back just to see her smile. The things we do to escape what saddens us. He never talks to her, just enjoys the smile. Maybe one day he will tell her what it means to him.
But not now. He doesn't want her thinking about it any more than he wants to be thinking about it. He sits by the window and sips the coffee. He wonders if after a few more weeks he would no longer notice the awful taste. Suddenly he finds himself smiling into his cup. Finding amusement in realzing that most things in his life these days are bittersweet. --Will 
