San Andreas Fault

Below, and on the following pages, is the full version of San Andreas Fault. I spread it out over 8 pages because I hate reading long pages myself.

He looked over at her now as she glanced at the rocky outcroppings to the east. He realized he hadn’t really looked directly at her all day. She truly cares for me, he thought, and I’m doing everything I can to push her away. Too wrapped up in my problems. Problems? Let’s see: I’m healthy, I have money saved so I don’t have to work for a few months at least. Decent place to live. Nothing to do but figure out what I want to do. He thought about how they were driving the rest of the way home tomorrow, and how that only left four hundred miles for him to salvage the wreck he’d made of the trip.

John reached over to Tanya’s right hand, gripping the shift lever, and placed his hand on top of hers. That surprised her. She looked over and saw that his face had changed, that he wasn’t clenching his jaw, that he seemed to be looking around to see what was outside the car, not just looking away to avoid her. She turned her hand over and their fingers intertwined. After a minute or so she gave his hand a tight squeeze and moved hers to the steering wheel.

“I need both hands for this road,” and smiled in a way that said, “Sorry.”

They were passing through eucalyptus now as they approached lingering fog over the salt marsh at the head of the bay. John looked past Tanya to the outcroppings on the hills.

“What are those called again? The rocks up there?”

“Bluechist Knockers.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she said, smiling.

“Shouldn’t they be in pairs?”

“They’re part of the Franciscan Complex.”

“Sounds like a Catholic sex disorder.”

“And Point Reyes is all granite,” she said, nodding to the right. “Salinian Block.”

“I’m sure there’s a salacious pun in there somewhere.”

She gave him a sly look. “And we haven’t even talked about subduction yet. Or the Cascadia Megathrust.”

“Wow, geological porn. Who knew?”

“Is it getting you hard?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Sorry,” she said, laughing. “Old geology geek joke.”

They slowed as the highway made a sharp turn to the right then rolled down the hill into Point Reyes Station.

“You really love this stuff, don’t you?” he said.

“I think it’s fascinating. I thought I would be a geologist when I grew up.”

“Why did you change your mind?”

“People are a lot more interesting than rocks,” she said.

“A lot more difficult.”

“Yes. But people can change, grow.”

Tanya pulled over in front of the Bovine Bakery and stopped. She turned off the car and looked straight into John’s eyes, smiling now.

“Even you.”

The End

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[…] First, I knew we had to meet Dean before the verdict in the Rodney King case was announced (Wednesday), and that we had to stay with him until he decides to join the Koreatown peace march (which takes place Saturday, the day after the story ends). I also knew I needed quiet time in the series of events to get some background in on Dean, Jun, and Ron. Dean’s friend John appears in the beginning and end of the story as a constant by which to measure Dean’s emotional change. John and Tanya are both in this story because they are also in the novel I plan to write. (You may also recall that John and Tanya appear as a couple having some issues in “San Andreas’ Fault”.) […]

I loved your story and am very happy you are writing again!

Such familiar terrain; felt as though I were traveling along with Tanya and John (though glad not actually to be; been an unwilling witness to enough of those uncomfortable, awkward situations).

really really great….

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