Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sub Notes: Rynallison

The following took place at some point across the country between 1982 and the present. All names have been changed.

The two of them were a pair all through middle school. They were Samneric. Bert and Ernie. Mutt and Jeff. They were Ryan and Allison. Rynallison.

Yet they couldn’t have looked like a less likely pair. Ryan was big and ruddy and handsome, with thick hair and perfect teeth and a huge smile. Allison was tiny and pale and quirky, like a cartoon come to life. She had glasses that were too big for her face and tiny ears that stuck straight out like rudders that were trying too hard to halt her forward motion.

They’d met in first grade, Allison once told me, and had been close friends ever since. They always sat together when it was allowed, and they laughed, the two of them, always. At everything. When Ryan left the room, she deflated somehow and looked frail. But with Ryan there, she came alive in a shimmer of bubbles. And when Allison left the room, Ryan lost a certain glow. I would have to reprimand them sometimes, but deep down I couldn’t help but marvel over the strength of that human bond.

Then one year I saw Allison, in high school now, sitting primly and quietly. She was bigger, and her glasses fit her face better, but there was something wrong. And then I realized what it was: she was missing her Ryan. Where was he? I asked. Different high school, she said. It came out in a whisper, almost.

And broke my heart.

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


  1. What a bittersweet story. Here's hoping that Allison and Ryan find a way to re-connect. Some things are meant to be!


  2. What a sweet story. I'm sorry that the friendship ended.

  3. The song, Wind Beneath My wings comes to mind. Allison was blessed to have such a good friend, but sounds too dependent, and must find her own strength. I hope she does.

  4. I was depressed anyway and now I'm just plain sad. I know this story all too well.

    BTW, between 1982 and the present? what a disclaimer. :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

  5. I'm with Jules -- you sure covered your butt with that date! LOL Great story. Sad and sweet. Now, make that your backstory and fast forward a decade; put them in interesting but conflicting jobs (journalist and politician, say) and let them meet again under just the right circumstances and--voila!--the makings of a terrific romance novel. With a happy ending, of course. :)

  6. Hee hee--you're right about the disclaimer, but what can I say. Lisa, you are awesome at plots!!!


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