Tuesday, March 20, 2012

RemembeRED: Hope

"Yea, my dad was the banker that financed this building, " I said as I took a drag from my cigarette. I couldn't believe I was kissing this woman's ass- she was not much older than me, annoyingly chipper, and even though I had no want to work with her, having been out of a job for longer than was acceptable, my options were starting to become limited.

"Oh my gosh! Really? That is so cool!" she beamed, her response a complete over reaction to the menial fact I had just told her. I did my best to stifle an eye roll.

We stubbed out our cigarette butts and made our way back inside-the group interview was only half way done. I looked at my watch-I had another hour and a half of listening to her overzealous spiel about how exciting selling vacuums, door to door at that, was.

When we were finally done, I raced to my car, checking my email as soon as the door shut behind me.

"You have...one...new message," the robotic voice sang.

"Hi, this is Jane, I'm calling from Johnson's Deli..."

My heart stopped. This was the call I had been waiting for! I was so excited I didn't hear the rest of the message, the robotic voice bringing me back to reality "To listen to the message again, press one. To delete, press two. To save, press three."

I pressed one.

"Hi, this is Jane, I'm calling from Johnsons's Deli. We reviewed your application and would like to offer you a position. Please give me a call back as soon as possible. Thanks so much!"

I let out a small scream and grinned from ear to ear. I looked at the building in my rear-view. No selling vacuums for me! That simple call, the short voicemail, meant that maybe, just maybe, my life could get back on track.

This post is inspired by a prompt at Write on Edge-RemembeRED: Hope. other words: This is a piece about (x), illustrated through (y). So, for this week, we want the (x) to be hope. Meaning: This is a piece about hope, illustrated through (y).

Write on Edge: RemembeRED

Monday, March 19, 2012

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #42: Killer First Line

The car finally came to a stop on its side in a ditch, it's contents piling up against the passenger side doors, it's passenger hanging precariously, held in place by their seat-belts.

"Well...What are we going to do now?" she asked quietly. They were alone, on a deserted back road. So far away from the city that normally the stars would be glowing, but tonight it was threatening rain and the only light was coming from their headlights, cutting through the gathering fog.

"I. Don't. Know." He whispered, catching his breath in between each word.

This post is in response to a prompt at The Lightning and The Lightning Bug- Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #42: Killer First Line


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