Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Riff on Opening Lines

I picked up a book I have been meaning to read for a few months, Requiem For A Dream (incidentally I have also been meaning to see the movie for a few years now), and opened it to a random page (page 157 in case you were curious), which just so happened to be the beginning of a new chapter. Here's what I saw:


"The honeymoon was over."


It had only been four days since they'd run out of the chapel together, hand in hand, the two of them against the world, and already they were on the run. So what if they had eloped to Vegas without so much as even leaving a note for their parents or friends; they were married now and could be together no matter what anyone thought. After their wedding ceremony, as they stood beneath the lights, gulping down the cool night air, he had flagged down a taxi and ushered her quickly inside.


"Airport, please."


And just like that, hours later they were on the beach in Hawaii, soaking up the sun like it was going out of style. She couldn't believe how fast everything was happening. It was almost too easy to get caught up in his spontaneous, fast-paced way of living. She had never met anyone who would get as excited as she did about travelling to new and exciting places just for the sake of exploring them. It was exilarating, but at the same time frightening how intense he could be about everything. It had never occured to her that their rushing around and keeping on the move was because of something more.


Four days into their honeymoon, and she was frantically packing while he made arrangements for them to get to Mexico by the next day. How could she have been so naive? How could she have not noticed the late-night phone calls and his muffled voice coming from the next room? The way he tensed up whenever they would pass a police cruiser on the street. She'd thought that maybe he'd had a run-in with the cops during his teen years or something like that, never that he'd actually been on the run. It had taken her five long years to find the man she wanted to marry, and in five minutes he had turned into a wanted criminal, the prime suspect in a bank robbery from before they'd even met.

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