Shooting Saturday
Sitting there in the sun, she felt her mind was void. At last! Spring has come, and the chestnuts along the boulevard had bloomed white and tippy like candles. Tiny white and yellow daisy-likes spotted the green wetness of the grass. The weather was still cool with spring freshness and tender with sunlight.
She looked at the large thermometer on top of the adjacent building. She had to wait till the clock gave way to the temperature. 23. Closing her eyes, she remembered the nights she had stared at the same bleak building top and seen the devastating -9 glowing nefarious red.
She had always wanted to spend time like this. So, whenever she managed, that was bliss.
“Oh, good life, ha?” screeched an unpleasant voice near her. “How are you doing, baby? Hardly working or working hard? Which one is it this time?”
She looked up at the newcomer and forced a wry smile.
“You know I don’t like you when you smile like that.”
She dared say nothing. This conversation used to have its unfolding. “Like what?”, she would ask. “Like you are mocking me.” he would say with a fierce grin. He hit her several times as an ending of this very conversation. One of the times she spent a week in hospital and a month not able to work properly. Of course, he made her. Only, it hurt too much. That was how this conversation was never led again.
“Are you visually-impaired or what?” he said maliciously.
“Why?” her voice trembled at the vision of the coming tornado.
“Can’t you see the gentleman over there?” he pushed her hard in the gentleman’s direction.
“You said I could be off today. It’s Saturday.” she mumbled unconfidently.
“I said, did I?” he screeched again. “Well, you’d better focus on what I do, than on what I say. For I say a lot of things, you know.”
She didn’t move.
“Com’on”, he urged her.
Sitting there in the sun, she felt her mind go blank. “BANG!” the shot echoed across the sleepy afternoon neighbourhood.
She could go back to her satin dreams again.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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