Death |dɛθ|
Noun [mass noun]
The end of all life
Fallon’s Story
10 is never a good time to start anything, whether it be 10 am or 10 pm. For instance 10 pm is too late to start a TV series, and 10 am is too early to get up when you stayed up until 2 am watching the TV series you started the previous night, Fallon learnt all this the hard way as she left her apartment on her way to explain to her boss why she was late. The early morning mist had just begun to dissipate and the flagstaff garden was wet with morning dew. Fallon loved nothing more than to bask in the winter mornings, feel the cool fresh air on her skin and enjoy everything for what it was worth, nothing could please her more.
When she arrived to work she was greeted with the smell of Chamomile tea and a colourful arrangement of flowers on her desk. Her office door read ‘Fallon Gray Advice columnist’ and inside it was small but tidy. Everything had a place and if something were to be moved Fallon would know about it. No certain colour scheme could be found in her office, each of the four walls in her office had a different colour, Red, blue, purple, and green, as requested by Fallon on her arrival to Day to Day News newspaper branch. A small window sat next to her desk, which looked out over all of West Melbourne, and on the windowsill stood a pot plant with the word ‘Joy’ written on it to remind her to be happy and joyful. As Fallon sat down on her desk she was bombarded with emails and letters sent in by her readers. “How the hell am I going to finish all this by 3 pm?” she thought to herself, but thankfully a knock on the door interrupted her panicked thoughts.
“Miss Gray? Hannah would like to see you now” A shudder ran down Fallon’s back. What had she done wrong? Hannah only ever asked to see people personally if it meant something had not been done to the standards she requested and someone was going to be punished for it, and no one wanted to be on the other side of Hannah’s desk when something wasn’t going right. As Fallon entered the dull, grey office she found herself fiddling with her long red hair to avoid the feeling of dread that was spreading through out her body.
“Fallon, how long have you been with us?” Hannah asked.
“It will be a year in August, miss” Fallon’s voice had an edge of distress to it which seemed to infuriate Hannah.
“What’s the matter? Do you think you’re here to be punished?” Fallon looked up at Hannah in confusion.
“I assumed so” With a sharp thud Hannah’s chair slammed into the wall behind it as Hannah stood up in frustration and slammed her fists on the desk.
“Why does everyone think I’m here to punish them? For god’s sake, you people, relax every once in a while, would you?” Fallon shrunk into the chair in shock and fear, and once Hannah looked at the frightened figure in front of her she relaxed. “I’m sorry, You aren’t here to be punished, you’re here for what some would call a reward, depending on how you look at it” Hannah took her seat once more and removed a black binder book from her drawer. “These are the statistics of sale rates this year, there has been an increase and when looking at the stats you can see the connection between you and the newspapers popularity, we’d like to reward you” Fallon sat in amazement at the news.
“You want to reward me?”
“Well, your talents aren’t going unnoticed by our readers so they certainly won’t go unnoticed by me”
