Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

The County Animal Hospital

        “Bye, Clay. I’ll see you at 6:30.” I slammed the car door behind me as I said farewell.

The sun was covered in smoke puffs of clouds, making the town look dark even at three o’clock in the afternoon. It was slowly getting darker each day. Today is Friday, December 11th. I walked up the shoveled path, studying the large building that I was about to enter.

        The white building was one of three. The other two were positioned at the Office’s flanks. Out front was a small garden and a wraparound porch, the other two buildings were less pretty; they just had some flower pots by the door. The Office was low to the ground—one level—the other two were the same.

        I walked at mortal speed towards the Office door and paused to take in each smell—I do that a lot. There was the obvious odor of dog and cat hair, along with some pet shampoo. There were also amalgams of unknown scents; probably the animal treatments. I could smell a Granola bar, someone’s lunch. I could smell the wide variety of candles being lit in the Office lobby, along with flowers and bushes—both real and plastic. A faint smell of coconut milk was probably from the receptionist’s hair. Finally, I rang the doorbell marked: Press me! Wow.

        A young, happy voice came up on the speaker placed beside the doorbell. “Hello, this is the County Animal Hospital, how may I help you?” Her voice was pleasant, cordial. I pressed the button to speak.

        “This is Luna Fey; Mrs. Clark said that there was a job opening.” I spoke as if I were asking a question.

        “Yes I see your appointment here, please wait for the buzz and open the door, you must be freezing!” She spoke as if she already knew me. I wondered how much information Mrs. Clark could have given them about me.

        The buzz vibrated through the floor of the wraparound porch. I opened the Heavy wooden door and stepped inside the warm atmosphere, a gust of wind blew through the room. I took a second to look through my surroundings.

        The Lobby was very large, taking up about half the space of the building from the outside. It seemed liable for the next room to be a storage area. I could already smell the plastic bags of dog food waft into my nasal cavities. Before coming here I had stopped at the house for lunch, I hoped that was enough.

        Fake plants were placed in the darker corners, not needing the sunlight to help them grow and thrive. The real plants—including lilacs, daisies, roses, and cosmos—were each in an individual pot on a table in front of each window. A large desk took up one whole corner of the vast room; the corner closest to the door.

        A seemingly industrious young woman—probably in her late twenties—sat at the desk. She was making post cards for all of the animals and their owners who needed to be reminded of their next appointment. From what I saw, they were nicely embellished with toned colors, one of the cards that play music. I could hear a familiar song playing in the card but could not at the time pin-point what song it was.

        The young woman was very pretty. She had long, naturally wavy blonde hair. Her eyes were a pale green—my favorite eye color. She had fat lips for a chiseled face such as hers but it made her look even prettier. Her hair was in a long ponytail and she wore thin, business-like glasses. She looked like the perfect receptionist.

        I quietly took a seat on one of the padded benches and waited to be called upon. A man in his middle ages sat beside me with an old dog with arthritis. The dog sat on the bench; a privilege only given to older dogs. I connected with the dog and managed to find out the fundamentals. His name was Teddy and his master was widely known as Mr. Norman.