Hi, I'm Laura and this story is about twelve hours of pure bliss my life has ever seen. Well, for some people, Friday the Thirteenth are three- not- so-auspicious words, but that day,they brought pure moments of joy for me.So read on and tell me how you liked it.
It was 13th June, 2014, a hot summer day. Well, the heat was bearable as long as you didn't step out. The real heat that was getting to me was the pressure of deadlines. I work as a Store Assistant and Secretary for a well known fashion designer, for now, let's call her B. That day, she left early to attend a function at her daughter's school, leaving me behind to suffer the wrath of Jade, our regular and ever-so-grumpy customer whose dress was still not ready.
"You said last Friday, seven days have passed since.I have a wedding to attend next week and because of your inefficient staff, I don't think I'll be able to attend it." She shouted at me, her shrill voice piercing holes through my ears and brains.
"Ma'am, I understand your concern. Your dress is almost ready, its in the workshop.We will deliver it at your place tomorrow." Said I, using up all my energy to sound cool, when my whole body wanted to gag her. I wondered how many wedding gowns it would take to gag her big chops and end her non-stop yapping.
"Ma'am, we will deliver your dress before noon tomorrow." I said trying to put on a sweet voice to hide the revulsion my body was developing towards her.
"See to it.I don't like coming here again and again" she said, turning around her huge rear and walked away.
I called up the workshop immediately."You people are the laziest retards.Why is her dress not ready. If it is not ready by tomorrow morning, I'm bringing her down to the workshop and make you people face that fire-spitting dragon."I hung up realizing that my body was shaking, partly from yelling and partly from anger. It happens to me, when my anger reaches the threshold, I start shaking.Haven't been able to understand why but its quite an embarrassing trait . Once, I was shouting at this girl who had doodled on my favorite scrapbook, when suddenly, my knees started shaking badly and my legs gave away. My legs turned jelly and I fell with a thud.
Trying to calm myself, I quietly put my head down on the counter and started deep breathing. I don't know for how long I had been off because when I opened my eyes, it was past 6:30. I quickly grabbed my stuff and locked the store.
There was a strong wind outside and I as soon as I stepped on the road, the strong gusts of wind blew my skirt up which seemed to be conspiring with the nature to outrage my modesty.Usually, empty streets scare the hell out of me but today, I was thankful to all those people who had chosen to stay indoors.
I gripped my skirt tightly on both sides with my hands, held my chin up high, and convinced myself that nobody had seen my Marilyn Monroe moment . I continued walking towards the main road praying all the way for a taxi to show up and put this nightmare behind me.
It seemed like what they call nature's fury because the banners and hoardings were fluttering vigorously as I walked by and I hoped that none of those fall on me.I gasped as I reached the main road because it was almost deserted, with no trace of any taxi and the cars just whooshed past me hoping to reach home before the nature played any sinister games.
I waited for half an hour during which, whatever signs of mortal life had been there on the road earlier, also vanished. I had almost begun to consider hitch-hiking, but thanks to the horrendous tales Mom has fed me about those creeps, I quickly changed my mind.
I thought I'd keep walking until a taxi came by but suddenly the winds stopped roaring and there was a queer silence. I looked up, my mouth dry and I gulped a big lump down my throat.
Well, the first chapter of the story ends here. Hope you enjoyed it.One request to all those who stumbled upon this story, please leave your precious comments and vote for me, in case you found it worth your time. I am a novice at writing and could use some encouragement.
If you wish to suggest any changes, feel free to reply.
-Kay.S
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