Midnight Moments: 3.Bloom
Rushing across the street under pouring rain, a lady stepped onto the sidewalk while narrowly avoiding a puddle.
Fishcakes! I am so L A T E
She scanned her ID at the security panel and quickly yanked the door open. The door sensed that the lady who usually yanked really hard when she was late had arrived and meekly swung open seamlessly. He did hate getting yanked hard. It hurt the joints a lot.
Thanks door!
The lady scampered across the hall and furiously jammed the button for the elevator. Hesitating, she broke for the stairs right beside. Huffing and puffing her way up three floors later, she briskly walked over to clock in right as the time showed she was exactly twelve minutes behind. She groaned.
Settling down at her desk, the Morris who sat three desks away and not the Morris from finance looked up and called her out, "Hey Pen! Write on time yeah! Mr. Potts is looking for you ink the office. Now." Penny quietly cursed as she fake laughed to humour him. Morris didn't care and gave a chuckle as if he had not used the same puns for years. Nobody else in the office laughed the first time either.
Dropping her bag, breakfast, and battered coat at her desk, the lady tidied her hair for a bit, trying to fluff it up rather than leaving it a damp mess. Resigning to her fate, she approached Mr. Potts's door.
Ra tat tat
"Sit down," Mr Potts said without even looking up. "I need to talk to you."
"Um... the rain got really heavy and I forgot my umbrella and I couldn't run in the rain could I or risk getting sick especially this time of the year where ...." Poor Penny trailed off as Mr. Potts had given her the most incredulous look.
"We'll have to discuss that matter another time, but thank you for reminding me about your tardiness."
The lady cursed quietly once again.
Taking out a folder, Mr. Potts felt its heft and seemed to be thinking if it was enough to weigh 2 kilograms. He looked up and gazed straight into her eyes. Seemingly finding the answers from reading her mind, Mr. Potts left the folder on the table.
"Inside this folder is a manuscript by a rather unpromising author, thought his work rather seems to disagree. I'm giving you his profile and the novel he sent in. He's your's to take on if you want to. Take a look through it and let me know by the end of the week. Wait, it's already Thursday. Next Monday. Let me know by Monday." With a tone of finality, I was intoned that the meeting was over and I could leave.
"Yes Mr. Potts."
Back at her desk, the lady took out the profile, then remembered to take out her breakfast muffin to munch on while reading.
Name: Murrie McMalawey
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Occupation: Accountant
...
Seemed unpromising as Mr. Potts said.
Putting everything back in the folder, the lady finished her breakfast and started to work on the piled reports at her desk. By the time she got through it, a fresh stack had emerged and it was almost time to get off work. I'm never getting anything done anytime soon.
Walking past Mr. Potts door while leaving, she realised she had forgotten the folder on her desk. Backtracking to get it, she got it and left to take the subway home.
By the time she reached home, she was hungry and tired, and confused which one to tackle first. After ordering some Chinese takeaway, she went for a quick bath.
Emerging from the shower with the doorbell ringing, Ms. Penny had a chaotic 5 minutes. By the time she was settled down, she'd curled up on her sofa, dressed in a T-shirt her ex had left, chomping down on some fried rice. Clearing up after, she finally dimmed the lights and sat in her favourite reading corner, which was the one where she would sit on the sofa but her legs were propped up on the coffee table and the soft light from the building next door would come in from the window. Taking out the manuscript, she gave the title a look and flipped to the next page.
And she became the first person to read what would become the biggest novel in recent literary history.
Fishcakes! I am so L A T E
She scanned her ID at the security panel and quickly yanked the door open. The door sensed that the lady who usually yanked really hard when she was late had arrived and meekly swung open seamlessly. He did hate getting yanked hard. It hurt the joints a lot.
Thanks door!
The lady scampered across the hall and furiously jammed the button for the elevator. Hesitating, she broke for the stairs right beside. Huffing and puffing her way up three floors later, she briskly walked over to clock in right as the time showed she was exactly twelve minutes behind. She groaned.
Settling down at her desk, the Morris who sat three desks away and not the Morris from finance looked up and called her out, "Hey Pen! Write on time yeah! Mr. Potts is looking for you ink the office. Now." Penny quietly cursed as she fake laughed to humour him. Morris didn't care and gave a chuckle as if he had not used the same puns for years. Nobody else in the office laughed the first time either.
Dropping her bag, breakfast, and battered coat at her desk, the lady tidied her hair for a bit, trying to fluff it up rather than leaving it a damp mess. Resigning to her fate, she approached Mr. Potts's door.
Ra tat tat
"Sit down," Mr Potts said without even looking up. "I need to talk to you."
"Um... the rain got really heavy and I forgot my umbrella and I couldn't run in the rain could I or risk getting sick especially this time of the year where ...." Poor Penny trailed off as Mr. Potts had given her the most incredulous look.
"We'll have to discuss that matter another time, but thank you for reminding me about your tardiness."
The lady cursed quietly once again.
Taking out a folder, Mr. Potts felt its heft and seemed to be thinking if it was enough to weigh 2 kilograms. He looked up and gazed straight into her eyes. Seemingly finding the answers from reading her mind, Mr. Potts left the folder on the table.
"Inside this folder is a manuscript by a rather unpromising author, thought his work rather seems to disagree. I'm giving you his profile and the novel he sent in. He's your's to take on if you want to. Take a look through it and let me know by the end of the week. Wait, it's already Thursday. Next Monday. Let me know by Monday." With a tone of finality, I was intoned that the meeting was over and I could leave.
"Yes Mr. Potts."
Back at her desk, the lady took out the profile, then remembered to take out her breakfast muffin to munch on while reading.
Name: Murrie McMalawey
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Occupation: Accountant
...
Seemed unpromising as Mr. Potts said.
Putting everything back in the folder, the lady finished her breakfast and started to work on the piled reports at her desk. By the time she got through it, a fresh stack had emerged and it was almost time to get off work. I'm never getting anything done anytime soon.
Walking past Mr. Potts door while leaving, she realised she had forgotten the folder on her desk. Backtracking to get it, she got it and left to take the subway home.
By the time she reached home, she was hungry and tired, and confused which one to tackle first. After ordering some Chinese takeaway, she went for a quick bath.
Emerging from the shower with the doorbell ringing, Ms. Penny had a chaotic 5 minutes. By the time she was settled down, she'd curled up on her sofa, dressed in a T-shirt her ex had left, chomping down on some fried rice. Clearing up after, she finally dimmed the lights and sat in her favourite reading corner, which was the one where she would sit on the sofa but her legs were propped up on the coffee table and the soft light from the building next door would come in from the window. Taking out the manuscript, she gave the title a look and flipped to the next page.
And she became the first person to read what would become the biggest novel in recent literary history.
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