Dammit (260 hits)
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Submitted by K C <Kevinchristie01.at.aol.com> (View user info) at 2008-09-27 18:36:12 EDT
The crisp, warm sun touched Helena as she ventured out from her office building, and a smile swiftly rose. It was such a beautiful summer night. Her mind flashed back to earlier that day; it was going to be a wonderful night.
Earlier that day, Helena had started her normal routine: 7 a.m. rise, a shower, breakfast for one. It had been a long time since she enjoyed the company of a man in the morning — too long, she thought!
She forced herself to get dressed; another day, another boring routine. The same old walk to the bus stop. Nothing seems to change — the same people standing there, waiting for the bus that is always late.
She settled into her desk, bored before she had time to switch on her PC. Looking up from her desk, she noticed Hank, the new guy. Not for the first time she had noticed him! She sighed and got on with her work.
A hand on her shoulder interrupted her, and in her mind, she thought, "Jesus you trying to kill me?" not even knowing who had startled her. She turned around to see Hank, and her face turned bright red.
"Oh...I'm sorry. Never meant to give you fright."
Helena, finding her throat going dry and trying to think of something intelligent to say, could only stammer out, "It's fine."
"Hey, I'll make it up to you. Drinks tonight? Maybe at the Grape?"
Yet again, Helena found words hard to come by. "Yeah...yes."
Hank only smiled and left, saying, "Great, see you there about 6 p.m."
Now she wished the day would hurry up!
Standing at the office exit, she looked up, and across the road was Hank at a window seat, waving to her. She waved back.
She had never felt so happy: Was he the man of her dreams? She thought about holidays together, weddings, kids. She hurried across the road to him.
The last thing to go through her mind was the windscreen wipers of the 26 bus, smearing her face clean across the windshield, the bus screaming to halt along the road, dragging her torn, broken body along with it, her legs ripped off by the heavy tires.
Hank sat at the window.
"Dammit! I wonder if Gillian is free for a drink instead."
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