You Had a Bad Day
She rests her neck on the reclining backrest of her chair. Everyone’s left. She is the only one left in the dimly lit office. She looked at her watch. It’s ten past eleven in the night. She closes her eyes. They hurt from over use. Gently messaging her temples, she gets up for another cup of coffee.
From her window she can see the quiet streets outside. She switches off her computer, quickly neatens the stack of papers on her desk, brushes aside the hair on her forehead and heads out. As she reaches the bottom of the stairwell, her legs give way under her and she collapses on the wooden floor. Head in hands, contents of her purse strewn all over the floor she sobs softly.
Somewhere, Daniel Powter sang “You had a bad day”… She tries to stand up again, but realizes that she wasn’t feeling up to it. She closed her eyes again. Last time she had heard the song, she was driving to meet him. In another city, where life was simpler. She wanted to wipe her tears, get up and drive home. But she couldn’t bring herself to it. With her closed eyes, all she could think of was him. His face laughing. Him holding her face in his hands.
She staggered to her feet, crying uncontrollably. She collected her things and herself and then slowly shuffled towards her car…
It was going to be another long night…
- Neha
d says:
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another city, another empty room
another dream that ended way too soon..
April 17th, 2007 at 11:59 pm
Neha says:
Yup… You seem to know too much [:)]
April 18th, 2007 at 12:18 am