The neighbors thought she was watching one of those house-wife delight soap operas The people passing on the street below her window thought....well, they didn't even think about it. They had their own problems. And the dog perched neatly on the sofa, he looked like he himself were crying, weeping for his human. She cried, and cried, and cried......
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"Hey Helga! Did you get the message I sent you?" It was Charles from her office. He sat at the cubicle opposite hers.
She mumbled something inaudible so he came round to her desk. She didn't appear in the mood to be disturbed and was busy typing away at her computer, but he persisted anyway.
"Why don't you open your email while still logged on?" He suggested, "Or do you want me to hang around here all day asking the same question over and over?"
"God no! I'll do that right now. D'you promise to go away afterwards?" He nodded and she added, sounding annoyed, "Okay then, can I get some privacy?"
"What d'you need the privacy for? I'm the one that sent you the message, I know what's in there!"
"I don't want you to see the expression on my face when I open it, so please leave."
"Okay! Jeez! What's your problem? I'm leaving, I'm leaving!
"Good."
As soon as Charles went back to his cubicle, she closed her in box and continued writing her report. She knew it was just another one of his phony love messages again. He never gave up. 'What a pest' she thought. 'I hope my application goes through; I have to get out of here'.
Helga had applied for a job at a local newspaper, not only was the pay comfortable, the workload was light. She only had to write two stories for her column each week. If only this worked out, then she would give Charlie back his money and hopefully he'd leave her alone. And then, she'd also move to another place without telling anyone, that way, no matter how much Charlie tried to trap her, he could never find out where she was in the first place.
She crossed every imaginary appendage in her head, hoping for the best.
On the other side of the miniature cardboard wall that separated them, Charlie snickered at the pictures on his screen. He imagined the expression on Helga's face when she opened the email he sent her and saw them. 'She might start crying. So I'll rush there and comfort her. She'll be helpless. I'll make her need me. I'll make her love me'.
On the other side of him, Helga was wondering how much more of him she could take. She though of Edward and it all felt better. He was coming to pick her up in a few minutes. As she corrected the last spelling mistakes on her report and sent it to her boss, she decided that she'd had a bad enough day; she would open Charlie's email tomorrow.
So she wore her headphones, selected some calming blues music from her playlist, sat back and relaxed, cell phone in hand, so that when Edward rang, she would feel it vibrate.
It would be alright, Edward was coming....
She mumbled something inaudible so he came round to her desk. She didn't appear in the mood to be disturbed and was busy typing away at her computer, but he persisted anyway.
"Why don't you open your email while still logged on?" He suggested, "Or do you want me to hang around here all day asking the same question over and over?"
"God no! I'll do that right now. D'you promise to go away afterwards?" He nodded and she added, sounding annoyed, "Okay then, can I get some privacy?"
"What d'you need the privacy for? I'm the one that sent you the message, I know what's in there!"
"I don't want you to see the expression on my face when I open it, so please leave."
"Okay! Jeez! What's your problem? I'm leaving, I'm leaving!
"Good."
As soon as Charles went back to his cubicle, she closed her in box and continued writing her report. She knew it was just another one of his phony love messages again. He never gave up. 'What a pest' she thought. 'I hope my application goes through; I have to get out of here'.
Helga had applied for a job at a local newspaper, not only was the pay comfortable, the workload was light. She only had to write two stories for her column each week. If only this worked out, then she would give Charlie back his money and hopefully he'd leave her alone. And then, she'd also move to another place without telling anyone, that way, no matter how much Charlie tried to trap her, he could never find out where she was in the first place.
She crossed every imaginary appendage in her head, hoping for the best.
On the other side of the miniature cardboard wall that separated them, Charlie snickered at the pictures on his screen. He imagined the expression on Helga's face when she opened the email he sent her and saw them. 'She might start crying. So I'll rush there and comfort her. She'll be helpless. I'll make her need me. I'll make her love me'.
On the other side of him, Helga was wondering how much more of him she could take. She though of Edward and it all felt better. He was coming to pick her up in a few minutes. As she corrected the last spelling mistakes on her report and sent it to her boss, she decided that she'd had a bad enough day; she would open Charlie's email tomorrow.
So she wore her headphones, selected some calming blues music from her playlist, sat back and relaxed, cell phone in hand, so that when Edward rang, she would feel it vibrate.
It would be alright, Edward was coming....
2 comments:
And then...go on!daf
Aha!!! i can see you still pursued your dream of becoming a writer one day!!! that's good :) would love to read more of your stories.
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