Showing posts with label she got it out of the car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she got it out of the car. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

1.6.5 She got out of the car…


She got out of the car…

Slowly, watching her step to avoid the ice and puddles of slush that were omnipresent. She pulled up her hood and adjusted her scarf to guard against the biting wind. She gazed at the sky, resenting the washed out blue-grey, so pale that it almost seemed to reflect the endless snow around her.

She trudged carefully along the sheet of ice that served as a path to the low brick building in the distance. She grumbled under her breath, resenting those waiting in warm cars. She made it to the building as the bell rang and was immediately engulfed in a rushing river of children bundled in hats, scarves, gloves. Thick coats. Boots. She scanned the crowd while bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. It was much colder standing still, in the path of the wind tearing around the building.


There! His bright blue eyes and tousled blond hair caught her eye, and she rolled her eyes as she noted that he hadn’t bothered to zip up his coat, or put on gloves or a hat. She sighed, then smiled as the boy spotter her and ran, grinning, right into her arms, already chattering away about his day at school.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

1.6.5 She Got It Out Of The Car R.D.

She was running late, so she rushed inside, only to realize she had left her specialty sugared coffee in the car.  She needed it this morning, but upon entering the office she was immediately bombarded with tasks, questions, and phone calls.  So she put her purse in it's special hiding place (the third filing cabinet drawer), hung her keys on the random screw in the wall that had no other purpose, and settled into her chair.  She spun around to her desk (aka her stacks of papers, her un-read e-mails, the phone list, etc.)  The next time she looked at the clock it was damn near 11:30am, morning was almost over, but she had time to retrieve her coffee so she did.  It was cooled, but sugared coffee never tasted bad.  She swished the contents around by moving the cup in a circular motion with her hand.  The sweetness was welcome.  Not only would she be energized, but she could trick her body into not needing lunch for a few more hours.  She didn't have an eating disorder, she had a "lack of motivation to make lunch for work" disorder; so maybe saving the coffee was a good idea.  The mix of coffee, caramel, and chocolate was perfect and she forgot about the dollars she had handed across the barista that morning.  

She knew how overpriced her favorite coffee drink was, but on mornings like this, she couldn’t resist.  Besides she loved the feeling inside coffee shops.  Homey, warm, like you could easily fall into a good book, or into a conversation with a stranger, or fall in love.

She thought she had fallen in love when she was in a coffee shop once.  Back before life made her grow up a bit; when sneaking off to a coffee shop to meet someone was the highlight of her week (or her month).  On mornings like this, she couldn’t resist going into coffee shops to feel that way again.