Been fascinated with writing since I was 11 years old. I'm interested in crime to feel-good articles. Mostly crime.
It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and the sun is already baking the brown-stained grass beside the pool area. Just two months ago, that very same patch of grass was a luscious mess from the torrential downpours we had in winter. Then, out of the blue, we get whacked with multiple anticyclones and hello, here we are, staring at a heatwave. The only upside about these prolonged heat waves is the constant flow of visitors and that means a high patronage and profitable days, meaning happy management and ultimately, additional shifts for me.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was close to minus five degrees and the thought of being packed inside a toasty sardine can in fifteen minutes, excited me. We had to leave earlier than usual due to the threat of another sweep of snowstorms blowing through. Once we inside, I'm making a date with my pillow. Can't imagine what my partner feels like, hunched over the wheel, deprived of caffeine, even though his last drop was just a shy of ten minutes ago.
The Box Office
A box landed on my desk. It had been tampered with because I had seen the tape that had secured the box, had been sliced open with a sharp object. It was just a plain old box. The standard tan brown colour, no advertising, nothing extravagant about it. I turned it over to see if there was at least an address on it. Nothing.
Wasted Shenanigans of Christmas 2019
It was my second Christmas away from home. I had moved away a year prior, which was only supposed to be six months. But life happened and I had met someone. Let's refer to him as Mikey*. Funny how things happen. The job I moved for, were very happy with how things panned out. Then.
A new bar had just opened up in town. Everyone was talking about it. It was in an old bar, that everyone used to go too, back in the day. It had a smoko area in the front, with railings and a cage-like frontier for the upper half, often labelled as, "the Zoo," because they thought most of the smokers acted like zoo animals.
July 15th 2201 hours They hadn’t talked to me all week. I have no idea what I did wrong or have said. The flatmates just wouldn’t interact with me. I haven’t had my period so I haven’t been Miss Princess yet. I tried to talk to Savannah a few nights ago and she just ignored me. Bridget did the same. Even Matt, Bridget’s on and off again boyfriend had the nerve to fob me off. So, for the remainder of the week, I did too. Tonight, was something.
There weren’t many dragons in the Valley. They had been leaving in droves or dying just out-of-blue. It was worrying how quickly they were disappearing because they kept Thorncliff Valley safe. Who needed the authorities when you had dragons to keep you safe, in other words, why reinvent the wheel?
I hadn’t talked to Mark since our last “date.” Not sure what is going on but did send him a message after the date thanking him, so the ball is in his court. He could be sitting on the text, wondering if it’s worth it. He could be bogged down with work but it’s Sunday. Maybe Nicola and him are trying to come up with a verdict about me. Who knows, but whatever the outcome is, I know we are on different levels. I’m not self-sabotaging something or trying to deflect away from a situation but just what I am feeling.
I haven't had a proper date in years, even Matt couldn't take me on a date. He said it was too hard, pretty much. I even offered to pay for myself. Nope, always had excuses. So, I sucked it up and waited for a miracle that would never eventuated. Waiting for a date would be like watching paint dry. Though, least you would get some sort of satisfactory outcome.