The devil with the black dress on 1
Copyright © 2009 Astrid Van Loon
door closed behind me and I sighed. This last one has been the worst
of the 3 job interviews I had today. Somehow I managed to tell the
manager that I 'don't really frequently touch people in inappropriate
places when he asked me how my ride here was. Screwing up is just an
understatement in this case.
just blame it on a bad day. Yes just a bad day. Which also explains
why my bus didn't show up and how I forgot to take money with me for
a cab, meaning I have to walk 3 miles home. At least the sun is
shining. There is an ice cream stand across the street. And I could
really go for some strawberry and lemon ice cream right now. That
would probably cheer me up a little. However to achieve my icy treat
I would have to cross the street. And the other side of the street
was filled with people in grey suits walking around like a bunch of
ants. Screaming into their phones. Grey and grey with a hint of dark
blue every now and then. Crawling to masses on their way home from
their boring jobs. They probably spend most of their day discussing
the shade of grey of their bosses new suit by the water cooler with
their just as boring co-workers.
actually glad I fucked up my interviews, I don't think I could stand
to become one of those suits. Who am
I kidding, I would kill to be like that, it would be nice to know I
finally did something right.
the sudden something across the street caught my eye. Well more
someone than something.
most beautiful woman I ever saw. Right there, only a couple of steps
away from me.
beauty was extraordinarily, like the women on the huge bill boards
are. The kind of women who were shaped by the most expensive
personal trainers and were photo shopped about a gazillion times too.
hair was raven black, her eyes bright grey blue-ish and her lips the
kind of red that many roses would be jealous of, that is if roses
could be jealous of course.
staring, I should really stop staring at her now.
too late, she saw me, she probably thinks I'm a freak now.
god, she is talking to me, how did she get her so quickly, maybe
because I keep talking to myself. I should really say something to
were you looking at me?'
shit shit shit. She was smiling though, and her teeth were a gorgeous
virgin white, not that she was likely to be a virgin with a body like
because you think I'm hot?'
Nooo you idiot, you should say she looks nice, smart or cute,
anything really anything but hot. You have watched plenty of chick
flicks, you should know this.
to be kidding, like the girls in school do. Or maybe she's a
prostitute. That could be it. Yes yes she probably is. Whatever it
is, I was right about the not being a virgin part.
leaning in closer now, almost whispering it into my ear. And she was
so close to me, my god. I could feel the heat of her body on mine.
single fibre in my body was screaming yes, unfortunately I had a lump
in my throat that prevented me from speaking. And breathing like
normal people do apparently, because I was gasping for air.
you, do you see anybody else here.'
think if there wasn't anybody, while just a minute ago I could have
sworn there were the normal amount of people here walking home from
work or from school. Or have I really been talking to myself that
long. I hope not.
know what I'll just give you my phone number and you can call me when
you make up your mind alright.'
like that she turned around and walked away. And in my left hand I
held a small crumbled note with her number scrambled on it.
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