The Day Everything Changed… Part 2

As promised, Friday and part 2 is out! This is the second part of the short story… come see and enjoy!

          I was lying on the floor of a cold damp room. My head was feeling foggy like a late night right before a set rain. I felt a slight pain in my head and a stinging on my neck. There was a faint light coming from the small window just above my head. The room was tiny, not much bigger than a jail cell. I suddenly felt a surge of panic and couldn’t seem to bring myself to call for help or move. It seemed as though I was under water. The room felt like it was spinning. I blinked to adjust my eyes. But my blinks got longer and longer until there was nothing but darkness.

          I pushed up from my computer keyboard at my desk. ‘Oh my god, did I just drift off at work?’ I thought. I shuffled around trying to get my bearings. I looked down at my phone. 4:00 PM! ‘Jesus had I slept that long?’ I shook my head just trying to recollect anything about the day. But the only thing I was able to actually recall was searing pain in my head before I knocked out. I reached over for my office phone and hit my messages button. You have 2 new messages. “Well, shit.” I said softly aloud. I pressed play.

          “Hello, Tabitha Grimston, this is Raya Worley. We had a meeting today at noon. I would have appreciated a call when you decided not to show up.” She paused and then began again with much more of an attitude in her voice. “Please be sure to reschedule and do try to be on time and show this time!” I heard the click of the phone. Next new message, the automated voice returned.

          “Itha! Where are you? Is everything okay? Where have you been all day? No one can reach you! I’m getting worried. Call me, ASAP! By the way, this is Madaline. CALL ME.” End of new messages, again the voice told me. Madaline had been my best friend from childhood. ‘I should really give her a call back.’ I thought to myself. She sounded quite worried in her message. Though, I probably would have been too had she not contacted me in hours. We spoke very regularly.

           I still had a ton of work to do but my headache just wouldn’t let up. So, I decided to take my work home with me. I gathered my things and grabbed all my notes and jotted down who I needed to call back. I started out the door; I hesitated for a moment. There was… I shook my head vigorously, blinked and looked back to see a dark figure standing at the far end of my office. There was a shadow cast in that direction but not much light got into my office anyway. ‘No, couldn’t be, it has to be this damn headache playing tricks on my mind.’ The only thing I could think was that this was getting out of hand. I walked out into the lobby, told Nina my assistant that I would be continuing my work from home today. I left the building and jumped in my truck. As soon as I did, I told my phone to call Madaline.

          “Hey! Where have you been? I have been worried. Why didn’t you answer your phone?” She prattled. I just sat waiting to get a word in edgewise.

          “Hi Maddie, I was at work. The weirdest thing happened. I fell asleep at work. I didn’t feel tired when I arrived but I guess I was. I passed out for like hours. I woke up with my face scrunched against my keyboard.” I said slightly laughing at what must have been a silly sight. “Anyway, I am returning your call because you sounded like you were going to have the police out looking for me soon.” I said with a snicker. “I am fine, really, just a bit of a headache.” I paused to allow her some time to process what I told her.

          “Itha, you can’t be doing that to me. You know I would have called the police.” As she was talking, I sat there thinking, ‘Yes Maddie because I wanted to pass out all day and did it totally to freak you out.’ I studied the road and listened to her, rolling my eyes at her ridiculousness. “Seriously, I was freaking out. I thought you had been kidnapped. Wait a sec, what do you mean you fell asleep? Maybe you should go to the doctor. This could be something way worse! Are you still at work?”

          “No, Maddie, I’m on my way home right now. I decided to bring work home with me. I need to try and get rid of this headache. I’m fairly certain it may be the root of all this weirdness. I am fine, promise.” I tried to calm her down.

          “Okay, Itha, but seriously if it gets worse, go to the doctor! All right?!” She was nearly yelling at me by this time.

           “Yes, Maddie, I’ll go if it gets worse. I am almost at my house. I will talk to you tomorrow when I have some time. I really need to get this work done and get caught up. I love you and will see you soon.” I heard her breathe heavily at me.

          “Okay. I love you too. Call me tomorrow. Have a good night. Bye.” She said.

           “Night.” And I hit the End Call button on my phone.

           I pushed the garage opener clicker and eased on into the garage. I parked my truck and got out with all my paperwork in hand. I clicked the lock on my remote key and heard a horn indicating it was in fact locked. I looked down at my door to the house to unlock it, when I realized I must have left it unlocked this morning. Strange, I never did that. I shrugged and pushed through the door. I walked in and sat all my stuff down on the island in the kitchen. I poured a glass of red wine and settled for a moment. ‘Today was one weird day, what was in store for the rest of it?’ I pondered.

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Written By: Stacey Estrada

The Day Everything Changed…

This is the first of the short story series I am writing. I am writing a little bit on it each week. Hopefully. Come read it and let me know what you think. Ideas on how you’d like to see the story go, if I like it I may implement your ideas. If needed I will certainly give the due credit!

           It started as a dreary fall Friday morning, nothing really out of the ordinary, just a hazy lazy day. I woke up, yawned, stretched, and got out of bed. I slipped on my comfortable little slippers that I kept just peeking from under the bed. I slowly dragged my feet across the floor to the end of my bed where my trunk sat; I pulled my silky, silvery colored robe onto my body, which was lying draped across it. It was a chilly. Even though, I thought I had turned up the heat the night before. I could have sworn I did. Yet, here I was, still shivering, having heaved my body out of the comfortably warm blanket that my bed was in possession of. My mind was telling me to continue on and make it to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. But my heart, well, it was warranting something altogether different. It kept chanting, “Those blankets are soft and inviting and just waiting for you to crawl back inside.” I shook the notion out of my thoughts. I sluggishly stumbled over to my master bathroom. It was light outside but the overcast outside was still presenting a vision problem for me. I kept bumping lightly into things; so, I flicked on the light. The bathroom light was always the brightest, or maybe it was because it was always the first light I turned on in the mornings making it blinding. I allowed my eyes to adjust for a few moments and I fumbled my hands around the mirror and into the cabinet. Finally, grasping ahold of my toothbrush and toothpaste I began my morning routine. Finishing up, I began washing my face when I heard this strange scratching sound. I shrugged it off and never thought anymore about it. I brushed out my hair, pulled it up and wrapped it with a hair tie in a high, full length ponytail. Even pulled back my dark, soft, brown hair fell just to my bottom. My hair always had a mind of its own, though, today it had decided to behave and slightly curl down my back. Pleased with how I looked in the mirror, I went back into the bedroom and shuffled to my walk-in closet. “What to wear? What to wear?” I thought. It was time for my morning jog. I had promised myself, I was going to start exercising more often. I was a bigger built woman. I wasn’t as big as I once had been, but I was overweight, nonetheless.

           Digging through my closet, I found these faded black jeans that I absolutely loved. They were super comfortable and I felt the need for comfort today. I slipped them on under my nightgown and robe. I realized this wasn’t appropriate attire for a morning jog. I scoffed at myself, and decided today wasn’t the day for a job anyway. So, I gave myself the day off. Then, I unrobed and started searching for a shirt to wear. I finally spotted one of my favorite long sleeve blouses. This blouse was perfect for a day like today, it was an emerald green with a beautiful sequenced tree on the side of it wrapping around to the front. I shimmied out of the nightgown, letting it fall to the floor and pulled the blouse over my head and arms. Running my hands down the front of my shirt, I straightened it out adjusted myself. I looked down for some socks in a small chest drawer I had in the closet. They were mismatched but I didn’t care, who was going to see them anyway? Right next to the chest was my brown knee high boots, so, I slipped out of my slippers into them. By now, I was fully awake. I snapped my finger in remembering that I needed to go back to the bathroom and get my Chap-Stick.

           After having applied my Chap-Stick, I went downstairs. I walked cheerfully down the stairs past the living room and into the kitchen where I grabbed a banana and glass of almond milk and sat down to my mini breakfast. As I sat there gazing out my glass kitchen door, overlooking my back yard. I thought I saw something, someone. I couldn’t be for sure; it was just a streak, almost like a peripheral shadow. I snapped out of my dazed immediately. Again, I just shrugged it off and continued eating. Once I was done, I got up and rinsed my glass and sat it in the sink. I reapplied my Chap-Stick. It was time to get myself together; I needed to be at work at 8:00 AM. I walked out the door at 7:30 AM and headed to ECO Strive. The company I worked for was a ecofriendly company, that provided bio-degradable and safe for the environment, well, everything. There was a clothing line, sprays of all sorts, Tupperware line, kitchen supplies, bathroom, you name it and we had it. I supported our cause. The environment had always been important to me. It was casual Friday; I worked in a corner office of our building, dealing with the day to day things of sales, shipping and other boring corporate things. I was the executive manager. I was the person that got it from all sides. It was a stressful job, which is why I had picked up defense/kick boxing classes on the weekend. Redirected my stress and I learned new things in the process. But this Friday was one I will never forget. I parked my 2017 4-door Dodge Ram truck in my reserved parking spot. I shut off the engine and heard a loud clatter behind across the parking garage. I assumed it was a homeless person. They sometimes sifted through the trash cans. I grabbed my belongings and got out of the truck. I felt eyes on me. I whirled around only to find that there was no homeless person, or anyone for that matter. As I turned back to find my keys to click the lock on my truck doors there was this aroma. Intoxicating aroma that had me convinced someone was standing next to me but no one was there.

            I finally made it up to my office. I settled in and started my day. I suddenly got this sharp pain in my head. What happened next was like something out of a movie.

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Written By: Stacey Estrada

Toot My Horn…

What I like about myself…

So, I found these 365 daily topics to write about and for today’s topic it has describe one or more things that you like about yourself.

I have a few things I like about myself.

  1. My compassion
  2. My understanding
  3. My eyes
  4. My nose
  5. My feet
  6. My creativity

My compassion and understanding go hand in hand, they are both very important qualities to me. They are important for me to have and for those around me to have.

My eyes are pretty. I have green eyes. I also have piercing eyes, so I’ve been told. Anyway, I like them.

My nose, it is cute and like a button. It is small and very well portioned. I like it, too.

My feet, well, I have a tattoo on my left foot that is of my son’s birth foot prints. It has his name and a little owl on it because we call him Little Owl. So, the art on my foot is important and beautiful to me. But my feet are nice to look at. I don’t have small feet but they aren’t abnormally large either. They are slender though. I just like my feet.

My creativity is a big thing for me. I am a writer and a poet. I am also a blogger. I like to express myself through words. I also like to write fantasy and erotica. I am dark poet. But aside from writing I also like to sing and that too is creative. I like to paint as well. And do any arts and crafts that I can with my son. Even my religion is a creative extension of myself.

Toot your horn! Tell me in the comments what you like about YOURSELF! (:

Thanks for reading…

Guide Me (Poetry)

*Guide Me*

Time will never be on your side,
Trust me when I say this,
Push through let me be your guide,
I’ll be sure to make it bliss.

Focus on your light,
The one that shines like a star,
I’m going to be there for the fight,
To make sure you make it on the right side of the bar.

Be more than I have ever been,
Shush now, it’s what you can be,
Show them all what they’ve never seen,
It’s all within you that’s what key.

You have a lot to learn,
But with a guide like mine,
You’ll go through the twists and turns,
And all will be just fine.

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