"The Right Man" is a crime/detective fiction short story.
The train wheels clicked underneath my feet. The gently sloping Virginia countryside had given way to the giant industrial monuments of the Northeast United States. Everything seemed different up here: the vibrant colors of the South had given way to ashen grays and browns. Even the sunlight seemed to be a little paler. Soon this train would be at its final destination and I’d be on my way to a new and uncertain future.
Why I decided to relocate from Charleston to New York City is simple: I needed to get away. I needed to get away from everything I knew; everything that reminded me of her. The minute I got my J.D., I didn’t even stick around to celebrate. With suitcase in hand, I took the first train I could to the Big Apple and didn’t look back.
Maybe I should introduce myself before I talk myself into a whole. My name’s Asa Montgomery. I was born and raised in Charleston, South Carolina and up until four months ago, I was the happiest guy in the whole damn city. I was in my last year of law school (and had managed to keep all my hair no less), I had a job waiting for me as soon as I got out with Charleston’s biggest firm, and I was engaged to the sweetest Southern Belle the world ever did see. Well, at least I thought she was the sweetest until four months ago. Nothing is ever what it seems. You think you know the girl you’re going to marry, but when you find her and her “best guy friend” from childhood both bare-ass naked snorting coke on your own damn couch, then you start rethink that.
A couple fist fights and several long nights with whatever liquor I could get my hands on later, I realized I had to get as far the hell away from Charleston as I could. The only place that made any sense was up North; I could mix in with all those damn Yankees and maybe forget about her. I was good at fooling myself.
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