Spoonerville: Page 2

Denielle knew almost everything there was to know about her trip, she knew that she was landing at SeaTac airport. A name that literally meant “We are in between Seattle and Tacoma and couldn’t think of a better name”. She knew that Starbucks had originated in the State but most ‘true’ coffee drinkers considered it at best a last resort.  She knew the kind of car she was driving, the fact that I-5 freeway went north and south, west of that was water, east of it was mountains. She knew she would be taking her white Camry on a Ferry in order to drive another two and a half hours where she would arrive at the legendary town of Spoonerville.

The drive itself was really quite beautiful. Denielle had lived in Chicago for all but her college years and the way everyone built their homes and towns into the wilderness really spoke to her. Still there weren’t many places on earth that remained interesting after 2.5 hours of driving, the trees were beautiful but they were just trees.

The “Welcome to Spoonerville” sign was the first thing she saw and she pulled over immediately. She knew the sign they had made for the movie was actually smaller and less impressive than the real welcome sign for the town, a fact enjoyed by many of the Spoonerds. Taking your photo at the REAL “Welcome to Spoonerville” sign was considered a rite of passage for most of them.

She parked the car on the side of the road about fifty feet away from the sign, grabbed her cellphone and made her way to the sign. The movie sign was held up by two smallish wooden posts and was about five or six feet off the ground, and about five feet wide and four feet high. The real sign was maybe four feet off the ground, easily ten feet wide and ten feet high lit by lamps at night. She walked up to the sign and tried to find the right selfie angle to catch it and her in the same shot, which wouldn’t have been a problem if Quentin hadn’t been such a bastard. She took several pictures before she had one she was happy with.

She pulled up Facebook without thinking and the app let her know that she had no cell signal and no wifi in range. She sighed heavily and shoved her phone in her hoodie pocket and made her way back to the car. She’d post the selfie once she stopped for lunch. She got back into her car and saw the road sign letting her know that Quora beach was only nine miles away. Something in her mind liked the idea of seeing the ocean and that lunch could wait. She checked the clock on her phone and it was earlier than she thought, she had made good time.  She could feel the devil on her shoulder telling her that she never did anything impulsive and to live a little, the town would be there in an hour and she could have lunch just as easily then.

She started the car, threw it into reverse and turned right to head for the beach where the characters went surfing in the books.