What would happen if your name isn't your name? If you aren't who you think you are? And if what you believe to be real is an illusion created by your tormented mind? How would you feel?
In this story, fantasy sets the stage for a world where Chlori...
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Finally, the long-awaited Monday has arrived, and with it, the routine unfolds promptly. As I leave my home, my parents remain silent, unaware of my decision to skip the kitchen. I can't let them see the deep dark circles adorning my face from devouring food all night. How could I have slept at all? My nerves kept me awake with a voracious appetite. I wish all of this had curbed my hunger, but instead, it seems like my stomach expands as if seeking to fill an insatiable void.
I open my skateboard and set off with the gray vault above showing no intention of releasing its rain today. The sensation of running very fast little by little helps me calibrate what manifests in my confused mind. Does taking a photo of the calendar and printing it to hide it in a drawer sound crazy? Maybe, but I don't even want to think about why it would be. It's just caution; not everything in life has a meaning, right?
For now, I just need to breathe enough fresh air to face my workday without falling asleep in the process. As I open the door, the little bell announces my arrival, and I slowly regain my composure. I park my skateboard to the side, not obstructing the way. Just in time, my colleague peeks out from the reception.
"How do you manage to be so punctual? And on that metal skeleton!" She approaches me with a form in hand and pulls me along. "You see, I have some news for you."
"Can you let me in first? I want to take off my coat."
She raises her eyebrows and waits for me to get comfortable. I take my time until I'm ready.
"What were you saying?"
"First, take these." Camila hands me a couple of folders along with her form as she explains. "Today, two applicants arrived who need to learn everything as soon as possible to cover our positions on weekends. And yes, the boss thought it would be a wonderful opportunity for them and would provide us with greater flexibility, turning our service into Monday to Sunday."
How sudden. I thought he would discuss it with us first.
"What do I have to do with this news?"
"I believe that with your experience and patience, you can teach them everything they need to know. I'm sure they'll be a valuable addition to our team." She smiles with a full set of teeth.
"Huh?" I furrow my brow as I understand what's happening. "Why are you presenting it as something rewarding and optional when it's the opposite?
"Pure psychology, Chlo."
"And why don't you do it?"
"There won't be any payment for this, so I declined." She grimaces with discontent, and I smile at that. No one loves money more than her, even though she disguises it with false modesty when asked. "On the other hand, you, for some reason, do a lot of things for free around here without complaining."
My smile fades away.
"Alright, fine, I'll do it."
"You change your mind so quickly" she laughs while shaking her head. "Come on, why do you do it? It's weird.
