Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Fiction for a change.

I'm a day behind on posting my WFMAD writing for yesterday.  (Imagine that.)  I decided to try some fiction today.  Enjoy!  (And if you don't, don't tell me.)


She had walked these same halls before, sat at this same desk in this same office under these same blinding fluorescent lights, but today was not the same as any of those days before.  Today was different—not just because it was a new month and a new year—no, today she was a new person. 

Nobody had noticed anything yet.  As she walked through the office building, got her coffee in the break room, everyone nodded their usual hellos and good mornings, but they were too preoccupied with their own small lives to notice even such a drastic change in hers.  Rather than make her feel insignificant, though, it made her feel strong.  She could fool everyone; they would never know until it was too late—if they noticed at all.

She sat at her desk in front of her computer, cup of coffee in hand, just like she had every other morning.  But she didn’t check her email.  She didn’t browse the day’s top news stories.  She simply sat.  And thought.

The world was still the same—still spinning on the same axis, still orbiting the same sun.  The people were still the same—still hurrying on the sidewalks below, still yelling insults into their cell phones.  So why was she different?  What had changed?  She had to admit she liked the change—it made her feel powerful, secure—but she didn’t understand it.

She had the vaguest notion of something strange happening as she slept, but she couldn’t be sure.  Had someone entered her house while she slumbered?  Had an intruder somehow done this?  She had no way of knowing.  She’d thought to get an alarm system when she first moved to the end of the lonely street, but things always came up and the money was never there. 

She had no nearby neighbors to notice if someone strange had been lurking on the street.  And of course she lived alone.  It had never bothered her until now.  Of course, bothered wasn’t really the right word.  Wasn’t she happy about this change?  Wasn’t she glad it had happened—however it happened?

Yes.  She was happy.  She needed this.  She stopped asking questions and simply accepted it.  Whatever it was, it was going to change everything.

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