Follow Don Johnston’s journey of discovery and find out if he can find the love and family he’s been searching for.
Don Johnston was a man of routine – from his morning walk to his afternoon tea, everything was planned to perfection. He had a deep-seated belief in the power of solitude and preferred to keep his life simple and un-cluttered. Don loved the idea of being single – no emotional baggage, no compromises, and most importantly, no heartbreaks. But all his beliefs were about to be turned on their head.
Don awakened to an empty bed, a feeling that was all too familiar. The sun was peeking through the blinds, casting a soft amber glow on the plush white linen. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, as if trying to shake off the remnants of a dream. But this wasn’t a dream – it was his reality. Don Johnston had just been dumped, again.
He got up and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. As he sipped it slowly, he realized that he was starting to feel like a failure. His 40s were slipping by and he had nothing to show for it. No wife, no kids, no house, no steady job – just a small apartment, a few belongings, and a string of failed relationships.
As he sat there pondering his future, he heard the postman drop something through the letterbox. Don went to retrieve it and was surprised to see a pink envelope with no return address. He opened it and read the letter inside. It was short and to the point – “You might have a son who is looking for you.”
Don was in shock. How could this be possible? He had never been informed by any of his previous girlfriends that he had a child. Don tried to shake off the feeling of bewilderment that had taken hold of him. He decided that he needed to find out the truth.
He started to compose a plan in his mind – he would visit all his ex-girlfriends and ask them directly. He knew it would be a long shot, but he was determined to find out the truth. Don began to pack his bags, ready for a journey that he had never anticipated taking.
As he left his apartment, he looked back one last time, wondering if he would ever return to this place again. Don knew that he was about to embark on a journey that had the potential to change his life forever.
Chapter 2: Laura’s Secret
Don’s heart was heavy as he drove down the highway, leaving behind memories of his first love. He couldn’t believe it had been so long since he had seen her, yet the memories were still vivid in his mind. Laura’s home was located on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees and greenery. He parked his car in the driveway and walked up to the front porch, feeling a sense of trepidation.
As he rang the doorbell, he wondered if she would remember him or if he would be just another face from the past. The door opened, and Don was struck by how Laura had aged beautifully. She had a few more wrinkles on her face, but her eyes had the same sparkle that he remembered from his youth.
“Don, what a surprise. Come in,” she said with a warm smile.
Don followed her into the living room, where she offered him a seat. He took in the room, noticing the family photos on the walls, the toys scattered around, and the sound of children’s voices coming from another room.
“So, what brings you here after all these years?” Laura asked as she poured him a cup of tea.
“I’m trying to find my son,” Don said, his voice barely audible.
Laura’s face softened. “I’m sorry to hear that, Don. But why come to me?”
Don took a deep breath. “I received a letter, an anonymous letter, telling me I may have a son. The letter was pink, and it had no return address.”
Laura’s eyes widened. “A pink letter? That sounds strange. But why do you think I would know anything about it?”
Don looked down at his hands. “We were together a long time ago, Laura. And I remember you were pregnant when we broke up. I always wondered what happened to the baby.”
Laura’s face became blank. “Don, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t pregnant when we broke up.”
Don felt his heart sink. Had he been wrong all these years? Had he imagined the pregnancy?
“I’m sorry, Laura. I must have been mistaken,” Don said, getting up from his seat.
Laura stood up too. “Don, wait. Let me help you. I know a private investigator who could help you find your son.”
Don looked at her, surprised. “Why would you help me, Laura? We haven’t spoken in years.”
Laura looked down at her hands. “Don, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve carried a secret for years, and it’s time I come clean.”
Don sat back down, his heart pounding with anticipation.
“I did have a baby, Don. A son. But I never told anyone about it. Not even my husband.”
Don felt his stomach drop. “Why didn’t you tell me, Laura? I would have helped you.”
Laura looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “I was scared, Don. Scared of what you would think of me, scared of what my family would think of me. I was young and foolish.”
Don took her hand. “It’s okay, Laura. I forgive you. But where is our son now?”
Laura pulled out a photo from her purse. “This is him, Don. His name is Jim, and he’s a detective. He’s been searching for you too, but he didn’t know how to reach you.”
Don looked at the photo, tears in his eyes. “He looks just like me.”
Laura gave him a sad smile. “Yes, he does. But Don, be careful. Jim is a complicated man. He’s been through a lot.”
Don nodded, taking the photo from her. “Thank you, Laura. You’ve helped me more than you know.”
As he left her house, Don couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief mixed with anxiety. He had found a lead on his son, but he had no idea what he would discover about him. And he had a feeling that this journey would not be an easy one.
Chapter 3: Dora
Don arrived in the quaint town of Carmen, feeling disheartened and alone. He had traveled far and wide, only to be met with dead ends and disappointment. He was tired of the road, of the endless search for something he wasn’t even sure he wanted anymore. But he had made a promise to himself to see this through, to find the son that he might have.
He checked into a nondescript motel on the outskirts of town, where he planned to rest for the night before his next stop. But as he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but feel restless. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off his failed mission.
He decided to go for a walk, to explore the town and maybe find a bite to eat. He meandered through the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of a small town in the early evening. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow on the buildings and making everything seem a little more magical.
As he walked, he noticed a sign advertising a real estate office. He had always been curious about the ins and outs of the industry, so he decided to pop in and see what it was like. The bell above the door rang as he stepped inside, and he was greeted by a petite woman with a warm smile.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Don introduced himself and explained that he was just passing through town and wanted to know more about the real estate market. The woman, Dora, was more than happy to oblige. She spent the next hour showing him around the office and explaining the intricacies of buying and selling property.
Don was surprised at how much he enjoyed the conversation. Dora was smart and funny, with a sharp wit and a no-nonsense attitude. He found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn’t with anyone else on his journey. He talked about his failed relationships and his search for a son he wasn’t even sure he wanted.
Dora listened attentively, nodding and offering words of comfort when necessary. She shared her own stories of heartbreak and disappointment, and the two bonded over their similarities. As the evening wore on, they decided to grab a drink at a local bar and continue their conversation.
They found a cozy booth in the back and ordered two beers. The bar was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Don felt a sense of peace wash over him as he talked to Dora. It was like he had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood him in a way no one else had.
As the night wore on, Don found himself drawn to Dora in a way he hadn’t expected. She was beautiful, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Her lips were full and inviting, and he found himself wanting to kiss her.
They finished their drinks and walked back to the motel together. Don felt a sense of anticipation building as they walked. When they arrived at his room, Dora turned to him and said, “Would you like to come in for a nightcap?”
Don nodded, feeling both nervous and excited. They sat on the bed and talked for a while longer, their conversation growing more personal and intimate by the minute. Don found himself wanting to touch her, to feel her skin against his.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he leaned over and kissed her. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, and Don felt a rush of desire wash over him. They spent the night together, exploring each other’s bodies and sharing their deepest secrets.
The next morning, Don woke up feeling a sense of regret. He had broken his vow of celibacy, and he wasn’t even sure how he felt about Dora. He dressed quickly and left, without saying goodbye.
As he drove out of town, he couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened. Had he found a connection in a town he never expected? Or was he just desperate for a distraction from his fruitless search?
Chapter 4: Don Meets Carmen
Don pulls up to a small, unassuming pet store on the outskirts of town. He steps out of the car and adjusts his sunglasses, peering into the bright afternoon sun. As he approaches the storefront, he can see the familiar sight of cages lined up against the front windows, filled with chirping birds and sleepy hamsters.
Don pushes open the door and is hit with the strong smell of animal food and bedding. He steps inside and is immediately greeted by a friendly woman with curly brown hair and a bright smile.
“Welcome to Carmen’s Critters!” she chirps, holding out her hand for Don to shake. “I’m Carmen. Can I help you find something?”
Don looks around the store, taking in the various animals and supplies. He finally approaches Carmen and clears his throat.
“Actually, I’m looking for someone. A woman named Carmen. We used to date, a long time ago.”
Carmen’s face lights up with recognition. “Don Johnston! Of course, I remember you! How have you been?”
Don hesitates before answering. “I’ve been better, to be honest. But I’m on a bit of a journey right now, trying to find my son.”
Carmen furrows her brow. “Your son? I didn’t even know you had a kid.”
Don shakes his head. “I didn’t know either, until recently. But someone sent me a letter, claiming that I do. And they said that you might be able to help me.”
Carmen looks intrigued. “Well, I’ll do what I can. What do you need from me?”
Don takes a deep breath. “The letter said that my son was born around the time that I was with you. I was hoping you might remember something. Anything at all.”
Carmen nods thoughtfully. “I do remember that time. And I do remember us. But I don’t remember anything about a child.”
Don’s heart sinks. “Are you sure? Anything you can tell me could be helpful.”
Carmen bites her lip. “I’m sorry, Don. I really don’t know anything. But if you want to talk, I’m here to listen.”
Don nods, feeling defeated. “I appreciate that. I could use someone to talk to.”
Carmen leads Don to a small seating area in the back of the store, near the cages of sleeping ferrets. They sit down and Carmen offers Don a cup of tea.
“Don, I know we didn’t end on the best terms,” she starts. “But I want you to know that I always cared about you. And I’m sorry for any pain I caused.”
Don nods, feeling a lump in his throat. “I appreciate you saying that. You were always so kind to me.”
Carmen smiles. “Well, you were pretty cute back then. And you always had a way of making me laugh.”
Don chuckles. “I remember that. We had some good times, didn’t we?”
Carmen nods. “We did. And I don’t regret any of it. But I think we both knew that we weren’t going to make it as a couple.”
Don looks down at his tea, feeling a pang of sadness. “Yeah, I guess we did. But it’s funny, isn’t it? How things turn out.”
Carmen nods sympathetically. “Life is unpredictable. But I believe that everything happens for a reason. Maybe this journey you’re on is leading you to something greater.”
Don looks up at her, feeling grateful for her words of encouragement. “Maybe you’re right. I’m just not sure anymore.”
Carmen reaches out and takes his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don, you’re a good man. And you deserve to find whatever it is you’re looking for. Whether that’s a son or something else entirely.”
Don squeezes back, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Carmen. That means a lot to me.”
They sit there in silence for a few moments, the sound of chirping birds filling the air. Don feels a sense of peace wash over him, the weight of his journey feeling a bit lighter.
As he finishes his tea and says goodbye to Carmen, he wonders what the next stop on his journey will bring. But for the first time in a long time, he’s not afraid to find out.
Chapter 5: Penny’s Secret
Don drove through the winding roads of the countryside, his mind racing with questions about the son he had never known. He was on his way to see Penny, his former girlfriend who had suddenly disappeared from his life. He had always felt that they had something special, and now, after all these years, he wondered if she may be the mother of his son.
As he turned onto her street, Don’s heart began to race with anticipation. He pulled up to her house and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. The house looked the same as it had years ago, with the white picket fence and the colorful flowers in the front yard. But Don was nervous. What if Penny was married? What if she had moved away?
He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. After a few moments, he heard footsteps coming towards him. The door opened, revealing a woman he barely recognized. She was older, with wrinkles around her eyes, and her once-blonde hair was now silver.
“Don?” she said, surprised.
“Penny?” Don replied, equally surprised.
They hugged each other awkwardly, neither sure what to say. Finally, Penny stepped back and gestured for Don to come inside.
“Don, I’m sorry, but I’m married now,” she said, her voice trembling.
Don felt his heart drop. This was not the answer he had hoped for.
“But I have to tell you something,” Penny continued, her eyes filling with tears. “You have a son.”
Don was stunned. He had always hoped that he had a child somewhere in the world, but he never knew for sure. Now he had confirmation.
“A son?” he repeated, feeling the weight of the revelation.
“Yes,” Penny said, wiping away her tears. “He was born a few months after we broke up. I gave him up for adoption.”
Don felt his heart ache. A son he had never met, given away to strangers.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, hurt.
“I didn’t want to disrupt your life,” Penny replied. “I thought it was for the best.”
Don shook his head. “That wasn’t your decision to make,” he said firmly.
Penny nodded, understanding. “I know that now,” she said, her voice small.
They sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in their thoughts.
“Do you know where he is?” Don finally asked.
Penny shook her head. “No, I never kept track. But I know someone who may be able to help.”
She went to a desk in the corner of the room and pulled out a phone book. She flipped through the pages until she found the name she was looking for.
“Carmen,” she said, handing Don the phone. “She’s a friend of mine. She’s great at finding people.”
Don thanked her and dialed the number. Carmen picked up after a few rings.
“Don?” she said, surprised. “What can I do for you?”
“I need your help,” Don said, his voice urgent. “I’m looking for my son.”
Carmen was quiet for a few moments. “I’ll see what I can do,” she finally said.
Don hung up the phone, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time.
“Penny,” he said, turning to her. “Do you have any pictures of him?”
Penny nodded and went to a drawer in the living room. She pulled out a small photo album and handed it to Don. He flipped through the pages, trying to imagine what his son might be like. He looked like Penny, with her bright eyes and full lips.
“He’s beautiful,” Don said softly, feeling a sense of pride and regret wash over him.
Penny smiled sadly. “He is. I hope you find him, Don. I really do.”
They parted ways with a hug, both feeling the weight of what could have been. Don got back into his car, feeling a mix of emotions. As he drove away from Penny’s house, he couldn’t help but feel regret for not being there for his son. But he was determined to make it right. He hoped that Carmen could find his son, and that they could finally have the chance to meet.
Chapter 6: Michelle’s Diplomatic Secrets
Don reaches his destination, the French embassy, where Michelle works as a diplomat. He wonders if she remembers him, as he had only met her briefly years ago. As he enters the embassy, he is stopped by the security personnel who demand to know his business. Don hesitates before revealing his name and who he is looking for. The guard then calls for Michelle, and she appears in a hurry.
Michelle is taken aback to see Don after so many years. They both exchange pleasantries before Don brings up the reason for his visit. Michelle seems reluctant to discuss his request, but she eventually agrees to help out.
They go to her office, and Michelle offers Don some coffee. They sit across from each other, sipping their drinks, while Don tries to engage Michelle in conversation. But Michelle remains distant and evasive. Don wonders if Michelle is always like this, or if it’s because of him.
Don finally begins to open up about his past, telling Michelle about his numerous failed relationships and his search for his son. Michelle listens intently but doesn’t offer much in the way of advice. She seems preoccupied with something else.
Suddenly, Michelle’s phone rings, and she excuses herself to take the call. Don tries not to eavesdrop, but he can hear that the conversation is in French, and it seems to be a matter of national security. He becomes curious and tries to listen in, but he can’t understand what they are saying.
Michelle cuts the call short and apologizes to Don. She explains that she is a diplomat, and sometimes she has to deal with sensitive matters that she can’t discuss with anyone else. Don nods, pretending to understand.
As the conversation continues, Don becomes increasingly frustrated. He has come all this way, and he feels like Michelle is not taking him seriously. He begins to wonder if he’s made a mistake coming here.
But then, Michelle surprises him. She puts down her coffee cup and leans in towards him. She tells him that she understands his search for his son. She reveals that she, too, had a child out of wedlock when she was younger. She gave her son up for adoption and had never seen him again.
Don is shocked. He hadn’t expected that. He feels a connection with Michelle that he hadn’t felt with any of the other women he had visited. He thanks her for her honesty and says goodbye.
As Don leaves the embassy, he can’t help but wonder what secrets Michelle is keeping from him. He wonders about the child she had given up, and he wonders if she’s telling the truth. He feels a mix of emotions, but one thing is for sure: he’s no closer to finding his son than before.
As he walks away from the embassy, Don realizes that the journey itself was the point, not the destination. He has learned more about himself and his past relationships than he ever thought possible. He realizes that he doesn’t need to find his son to be happy. He can find contentment in the memories of his past and the present moment. And with that realization, Don begins to appreciate life in a new and meaningful way.
Chapter 7: Mona’s Farm
Don Johnston was starting to feel a bit disillusioned with his search for his potential son. He had visited several ex-girlfriends, but none of them had any information on the son. Don was feeling hopeless when he decided to visit Mona, an old hippie he used to date. Mona lived on a farm, and she was known for growing organic produce and selling it at the local farmers’ market.
As Don drove up to the farm, he saw that it was a bit rundown, but there was something charming about it. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door. Mona answered it with a smile.
“Don!” she exclaimed. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”
Don smiled back. “I’ve been better,” he said. “I’m looking for someone, and I was hoping you might be able to help me.”
Mona’s smile faded a bit. “Who are you looking for?” she asked.
Don explained the situation, and Mona’s eyes widened. “Wow,” she said. “That’s heavy. I don’t know anything about that, but come on in. Let me make you some tea.”
Don followed Mona into the kitchen, which was cluttered but cozy. He sat down at the table while Mona put the kettle on. As she prepared the tea, Don looked around the room. There were all sorts of knickknacks and trinkets, and the walls were covered in psychedelic tapestries.
“So, what have you been up to?” Don asked, trying to make conversation.
Mona shrugged. “Not much,” she said. “Just living the good life. Growing my own food, selling it at the market. Would you like to see the garden?”
Don nodded, and Mona led him outside. The garden was impressive, filled with all sorts of vegetables and herbs. There were even a few goats and chickens wandering around. Don could tell that Mona was proud of her farm, and he admired her for it.
As they walked, Mona told Don stories about her life on the farm. She talked about the challenges of growing organic produce and how much she loved the simplicity of the lifestyle. Don listened with interest, feeling like he was getting a glimpse into a different world.
After the garden tour, Mona invited Don into a little cabin on the property that she used to rent out to travelers. The cabin was cozy and rustic, with a wood-burning stove and a small collection of books. Mona poured them each a glass of wine, and they settled in to chat.
As they talked, Don started to feel more relaxed than he had in days. There was something about Mona’s laid-back attitude and carefree lifestyle that was infectious. He found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn’t with any of his other exes.
At one point, Mona got up to check on something in the kitchen. Don found himself staring at a photo on the wall. It was a picture of Mona and a man he didn’t recognize. They were both wearing tie-dye shirts and standing in front of a Volkswagen bus.
When Mona came back, Don gestured to the photo. “Who’s that?” he asked.
Mona’s face fell a bit. “That’s my ex-husband,” she said. “He died a few years ago.”
Don felt a pang of sympathy for Mona. He knew how it felt to lose someone you loved. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Mona shrugged. “It’s okay,” she said. “We had our ups and downs, but we always loved each other. And now, I have this place. It’s my sanctuary.”
Don nodded, feeling like he was starting to understand Mona on a deeper level. He finished his wine and stood up. “I should probably get going,” he said.
Mona walked him out to his car. “Don’t forget to take some veggies with you,” she said, handing him a bag of produce. “And come back and see me sometime.”
Don thanked her and got in his car. As he drove away, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Mona’s farm had reminded him that there was more to life than just searching for something that might not even exist. And for a moment, Don was okay with being alone.
Chapter 8: Don receives a call from Carmen who has located the son, who is an enthusiastic amateur detective. Don visits the son and they form an awkward bond.
Don felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as he drove to meet his son. He couldn’t believe that he had a child out there that he never knew about. But he was also nervous about meeting someone who was essentially a stranger.
When he arrived, he was greeted by a tall, lanky young man with a mop of curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. “Hi, I’m Winston,” the young man said, extending his hand.
Don shook it, marveling at the fact that this was his son. “Nice to meet you, Winston.”
Winston led Don inside the small apartment that he shared with two roommates. It was cluttered and smelled like stale pizza, but Don didn’t mind. He was too focused on his son.
“So, how did you find out about me?” Don asked as they sat down on the sagging couch.
Winston grinned. “I’m a bit of a detective, actually. I saw the pink letter and did some digging. It wasn’t easy, but I finally tracked you down.”
Don was impressed. “You must be pretty good at this detective stuff.”
Winston shrugged. “It’s just a hobby, really. But I’m pretty proud of myself for finding you.”
They spent the next few hours talking and getting to know each other. Winston was fascinated by Don’s life as a computer programmer and loved hearing stories about his ex-girlfriends.
Don, in turn, was impressed by his son’s intelligence and passion for solving mysteries. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at how incredible his son was turning out to be.
As the evening wore on, they decided to grab a bite to eat at a nearby diner. Don was happy to treat his son to a meal, and they chatted over burgers and fries.
But as they finished up their meal, the conversation turned more serious. Winston asked Don about his past relationships and why he had never settled down.
Don hesitated for a moment before opening up. “I guess I just never found the right person, you know? I was always looking for something that I never really found.”
Winston nodded, seeming to understand. “I get that. But you know, sometimes the things we’re looking for are right in front of us and we don’t even realize it.”
Don looked at his son, feeling a sense of admiration. He had a lot to learn from this wise young man.
After dinner, they headed back to Winston’s apartment. Don was starting to feel tired, but he didn’t want the night to end.
“Hey, I know this might be kind of weird,” Winston said, “but do you want to stay over? We can make a little room for you on the couch.”
Don hesitated for a moment before agreeing. He didn’t want to leave just yet.
As Winston and his roommates set up a makeshift bed for him, Don couldn’t help but feel grateful. He had never expected to find a son, let alone one who was so kind and accepting.
As he drifted off to sleep, he felt a sense of contentment that he hadn’t felt in years. He didn’t know what the future held, but he was excited to find out with his new son by his side.
Chapter 9: Don discusses his past relationships with the son and realizes that he has been searching for a connection he never really had. He comes to terms with being alone.
Don sat across from his son, staring at the young man who was a reflection of himself. It was surreal to see his own features in someone else, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride mixed with regret.
“So, tell me about your mom,” Don said, breaking the silence.
The son, whose name was revealed to be Jamal, shrugged. “She was just a one-night stand, I guess. She never really talked about you.”
Don felt a pang of disappointment but pushed it aside. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. “I see. And what about your life? Are you happy?”
Jamal hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I guess so. I mean, I’m not sure what happiness really is.”
Don felt a sense of guilt wash over him. He had spent his entire life chasing after something he wasn’t even sure existed. He had gone through countless relationships, thinking that the next one would be the one that would make him happy. But he was always left disappointed.
“Me neither,” Don admitted. “I’ve been searching for something my entire life, thinking that it would bring me happiness. But I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t work that way. Happiness comes from within.”
Jamal looked at Don in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe that his father, a man who seemed so lost, could have such wisdom.
“I think I understand what you mean,” Jamal said slowly. “But it’s not easy to find that happiness, is it? I mean, how do you even begin?”
Don smiled. “By accepting yourself for who you are. By realizing that you don’t need anyone else to make you happy. You have to learn to love yourself first.”
Jamal nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s deep, man. I never thought about it like that.”
They sat in silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. Don felt a strange connection to Jamal, one that he couldn’t quite explain. He had always wanted a son, and now that he had one, he wasn’t sure what to do with him.
“Listen, Jamal,” Don said suddenly. “I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
Jamal looked at Don with surprise, as if he couldn’t believe that his father, a man he barely knew, would offer him such support.
“Thanks, man,” Jamal said softly. “I appreciate it.”
Don smiled, feeling a sense of closure wash over him. He had come on this journey searching for something he thought he needed, but he had found something else entirely. He had found a sense of peace within himself, and it was enough.
As they parted ways, Don felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew that he would always be searching for something, but he was okay with that. He was content in the knowledge that he didn’t need anyone else to be happy, because he had found happiness within himself. And that was all that mattered.
Chapter 10: Don returns home, having failed to find a lasting connection with any of his ex-girlfriends or his son. He sits alone and reads the anonymous pink letter, realizing that it was all just a cruel joke. He laughs, finally content to be alone.
Don sat on his sofa, staring down at the pink letter in his hands. It had all been a cruel joke, someone’s idea of a sick prank. There was no son, no family waiting for him. He had wasted weeks of his life chasing a lie.
At first, anger and disappointment coursed through him. How could someone be so heartless? Why would anyone play such a cruel joke on him? He crumpled the letter in his fist, ready to throw it across the room.
But then, something strange happened. He began to chuckle. It was a bitter, ironic laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. He had been chasing a fantasy, a dream of something that never was. And here he was, sitting in his living room in his pajamas, alone and content.
Don had always been a solitary person. He had never wanted or needed the trappings of domestic life, the white picket fence and 2.5 children. He had always been content to drift through life, taking things as they came. It was what had made him an excellent seducer, but a terrible partner.
But now, as he stared down at the crumpled pink paper, he realized that it was all ok. He had never needed a son, a family or even a long-term relationship. He had always been happy in his own company, and he could be happy again.
He leaned back on the sofa, allowing himself to relax for the first time in weeks. No more chasing ghosts or women who didn’t want him. No more tangled relationships, broken hearts, or unfulfilled dreams.
Don knew that he would always be a bit of a loner, but that didn’t mean he had to be unhappy. He was content with his life, his thoughts, and his dreams. And that was all he needed.
With a final sigh, he got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen. He put on a pot of coffee, feeling the familiar warmth of the ceramic mug in his hands as he sipped. The coffee was strong and bitter, much like the realization he had just come to.
But as he looked out the window at the bright sunshine and blue skies, he realized that he was happy. He was content. Maybe he had been chasing a dream that wasn’t real, but he had learned something important in the process.
He had learned that he didn’t need anyone else to be happy. He could be happy all on his own. And that was a powerful realization, one that would shape the rest of his life.
As he finished his coffee, Don felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he was a solitary man, but that he was also a happy one. And that was enough.
Some scenes from the movie Broken Flowers written by A.I.
EXT. DON’S APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY
DON JOHNSTON, 49, walks out of his apartment building, carrying a box of his belongings. He wears a look of disappointment and frustration on his face.
INT. DON’S APARTMENT – DAY
Don sits on his couch, staring blankly at the wall. His girlfriend, SHERRY, walks in, carrying a bag of her own belongings.
Don, we need to talk.
Sherry sits down next to Don on the couch.
I just don’t think this is working out.
Yeah, I know.
Sherry stands up and begins to gather her things.
I’m sorry, Don.
It’s okay. I understand.
Sherry walks out the door. Don sits alone on the couch, feeling alone and hopeless.
INT. DON’S KITCHEN – LATER
Don stands at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a glass of water. The mailman, WINSTON, walks in with a stack of mail.
Hey, Don. Got something for you.
Winston hands Don a pink envelope.
Looks important. Good luck.
Winston walks out of the apartment. Don looks at the envelope, confused.
What the hell is this?
Don tears open the envelope and pulls out a letter. He reads it silently.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. LAURA’S HOUSE – DAY
Don pulls up to a beautiful suburban house with a white picket fence. He takes a deep breath and heads to the front door. Laura answers the door with a baby in her arms.
LAURA: “Don, what a surprise!”
DON: “Laura, hi. I hope it’s okay that I stopped by.”
LAURA: “Of course, come on in.”
Don steps into the house and looks around at the perfectly decorated living room. Laura sits down on the couch and motions for Don to join her.
LAURA: “So, what brings you here after all these years?”
DON: “I’m looking for information about a possible son.”
Laura’s eyes widen in shock.
LAURA: “A son? Don, you never told me you had a child.”
DON: “That’s because I didn’t know until recently. I got an anonymous letter.”
LAURA: “I see. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not me. I have three beautiful children with my husband.”
DON: “I understand. I’m sorry to bother you.”
LAURA: “Wait, Don. I want to help you. Do you have any other leads?”
Don pulls out a notebook and turns to a page with a list of names.
DON: “I’m heading to see Dora next. She’s still in town, right?”
LAURA: “Yes, she has an office on Main Street. I’ll write down the address for you.”
Laura grabs a piece of paper and a pen and scribbles down the address.
LAURA: “And Don…I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
DON: “Thank you, Laura. It’s good to see you again.”
Don stands up and heads for the door. Laura follows him and hands him the piece of paper.
LAURA: “Take care, Don.”
Don nods and walks out the door, taking a deep breath as he heads back to his car.
EXT. DORA’S HOUSE – DAY
Don pulls up in front of a cute house in a cul-de-sac. He steps out of the car and looks around nervously before making his way to the front door.
INT. DORA’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Don sits on the couch while Dora paces nervously.
I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I don’t usually share personal stuff with clients.
I appreciate it.
I’m in love with my best friend’s husband. We’ve been having an affair for months.
Don looks surprised.
Does your friend know?
No. And I’m not planning on telling her. I just can’t help how I feel.
I understand. I’ve been in love with someone who was off limits too.
Who was she?
Laura. My first love.
Dora looks sympathetic.
That’s tough. Have you ever talked to her since?
No. I haven’t seen her in years. But I’m hoping to track her down on this trip.
Well, I hope you find her.
Don smiles back, grateful for her support.
There’s a moment of silence before Dora speaks up.
You know, we don’t have to talk about my problems. We could do something else.
Don looks intrigued.
I don’t know. Something fun. You seem like you could use a break from all this serious stuff.
Don nods in agreement.
EXT. DORA’S BACKYARD – DAY
Don and Dora are taking turns doing cannonballs into the pool. They’re laughing and having a good time.
INT. DORA’S KITCHEN – DUSK
Dora is cooking while Don watches.
This is really nice, Dora. Thank you for showing me a good time.
Of course. I know this trip hasn’t been easy for you.
No, it hasn’t. But it’s been eye-opening.
Dora looks at him expectantly.
In what way?
I’ve been so focused on finding this son I may or may not have that I’ve forgotten the importance of the people around me. Like you.
I’m glad I could remind you.
Don looks at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing her.
Logline: Don Johnston, a devoutly single man, embarks on a road trip to find his estranged son after receiving an anonymous pink letter. Along the way, he reconnects with his ex-girlfriends, learns about himself, and ultimately finds a new sense of purpose.
Scene 4: “Carmen’s Pet Store”
INT. CARMEN’S PET STORE – DAY
Don walks into a small, cozy pet store. He looks around and sees Carmen, a beautiful woman in her late 50s, feeding some birds.
DON: (Clears his throat) Hi there.
Carmen looks up and sees Don.
CARMEN: (Smiles) Don! I’m so glad to see you. How have you been?
DON: (Smiles) I’ve been better. Actually, I’m on a road trip to find my son. I received an anonymous letter saying that I might have a son out there somewhere.
CARMEN: (Surprised) Oh my. That’s quite a revelation.
DON: Yeah. (Pauses) I was wondering if you could maybe help me out. Do you know anything about a son?
CARMEN: (Shakes her head) I’m sorry, Don. I don’t know anything about a son. But I’ll do anything to help you.
DON: (Grateful) Thank you, Carmen. I appreciate it.
Carmen walks over to Don and puts her arm around his shoulder.
CARMEN: (Smiling) You know, Don, there was a time when I thought we could have something. But life happened and we both went our separate ways.
DON: (Nodding) Yeah, I remember.
CARMEN: (Gently) You were always so afraid of commitment. But maybe now is the time for you to take a chance and start a family.
DON: (Sighs) I don’t know, Carmen. I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.
CARMEN: (Softly) You won’t know until you try, Don. And who knows, maybe you’ll find something you’ve been looking for all along.
Don looks at Carmen, considering her words.
DON: (Smiling) Thank you, Carmen. You always knew how to put things in perspective.
CARMEN: (Laughs) What are friends for?
Don and Carmen share a warm embrace.
CARMEN: (Smiling) Now, what kind of pet would you like?
DON: (Smiling) I think I’ll pass on the pet, Carmen. But thanks anyway.
As Don exits the pet store, he looks back at Carmen and smiles, feeling grateful for her friendship.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. PENNY’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Don sits on Penny’s plush sofa, fidgeting with his hands as he waits for her to return back from the kitchen. A framed family photo catches his eye, and he recognizes a young boy he assumes is his son.
PENNY: (o.s) Sorry for the wait, Don. Can I offer you anything?
DON: No, I’m alright. Thanks.
PENNY: So, you wanted to know about him?
Don nods eagerly, his eyes glued to the photo.
PENNY: His name is Jamie. He’s 19 now, studying at a college in California.
DON: (astonished) California? That’s a long way from here.
PENNY: (skeptical) Why are you so interested all of a sudden?
DON: (embarrassed) I don’t know. I guess I just want to know him. Be a part of his life.
Penny studies Don for a moment, unsure if she should trust him.
PENNY: (sighs) I guess it’s only fair since we did keep him away from you. We didn’t want to confuse him or disrupt his life. He’s happy now. Successful. I don’t want you to ruin that.
DON: (desperate) I won’t. Please. Just tell me how I can find him.
Penny relents, grabbing a notepad and pen.
PENNY: Here’s his address. But don’t go barging in and causing a scene. Let him decide if he wants to see you.
DON: (grateful) Thank you, Penny. You don’t know how much this means to me.
PENNY: (warns) Just be careful, Don. Jamie’s not a kid anymore. He’s not going to want to hear excuses or apologies.
Don nods, taking the note and standing up to leave.
DON: (determined) I’ll make it right. Somehow, I’ll make it right.
Penny watches him leave, her expression conflicted as she picks up the phone to call her husband.
PENNY: (into phone) We have a problem. Don’s back in the picture.
EXT. PARIS STREETS – DAY
Don walks down the charming Paris streets with his head low and hands in pockets. He stops in front of a magnificent building and looks up at the balcony.
INT. MICHELLE’S APARTMENT – DAY
Don rings the doorbell and a tall, slim, gorgeous woman with black hair appears.
Don? What are you doing here?
I needed to see you. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced.
It’s okay. Come in.
They settle in the living room. Michelle offers Don a drink and they chat about small things.
Michelle, I need your help. I’m trying to track down my son.
Yes. I received an anonymous letter claiming that I have a son who’s looking for me.
Michelle is silent for a few seconds.
I’m sorry, Don. I don’t know anything about that.
It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting much. I just needed to try.
Michelle leans forward, taking Don’s hand.
But Don, I’m glad you came. I always regretted how things ended between us.
What do you mean?
We had something special, Don. We could have been so good together.
Don just looks at her, speechless.
I still care about you.
Don takes her hand and they look into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
Michelle, I don’t know what to say.
Don’t say anything. Just kiss me.
They lean in and share a passionate kiss.