The Little Black Book (Chapter 2)

On another grey, not-so-sunny morning, Helena, as per the usual weekday routine, made her elevator escape from the bleak whites, drab greys, and skreak lights of her condo’s colorless corridor.

Dreading a day that was going to be boring, Helena, inside the elevator now, watched the doors slowly close as she made her feeling-out-of-shape escape from the clarion clickity-clack of her door's locking lock echoing back, reverberating eerily against each barren corridor wall toward the desolate end of the hall.

And, with the usual ding of forewarning, Helena, stepped out from the elevator, now grounded at the lobby, into the artificial bright whites of pot lights as her long, dark, black hair gently flowed back from behind her.

After the quick, customary “good morning”, Helena, passed the concierge, who was wearing his usual black suit, white shirt, and black tie as she sauntered through the echoey condominium lobby to commence her typical trek to work on another mundane Monday.

Then, suddenly, without an ounce of warning, Helena, the almost never-lucky, black-haired girl from Kentucky, would have her life change forever if not changed for the better.