[I wrote this piece years ago in a journal, put away for an indefinite period. But I’ve filed it into this writing journey blog today to document my ‘throwaway’ writings and aim to quantify the goal of reaching the million words mark of practice writing before I get good!]
Maureen dashed out of her house grabbing her daily thermos filled with black coffee. She shot out in such a way that passersby thought she was on the last leg of a marathon when their walk looks like a swish swosh of the hips. She didn’t break a sweat though, always rushing about was part of her morning routine. She had a policy to never be late and today she wasn’t walking the talk.
Along the way she caught sight of the milkman. She raised her arm up in a quick salute and a wink. Her gesture mirrored by the kind-faced milkman.
She almost bumped into a passerby, knocking her out. The stranger was not impressed the least bit as she had already witnessed the flirtatious exchange a moment ago.
“Watch it.” The stranger held onto a leash which attached to a Yorkshire Terrier at the other end, yapping at Maureen’s heels.
“So sorry, am in a rush to get to school,” Maureen defended.
“Oh I see, you’re a teacher are you?”
“Must go – sorry again.” Maureen revealed no more about her post. She didn’t need the lecture. Not today.
Her pace slowed upon reaching a blockade where her path continued. Meant to, but bollards blocked her journey and the sigh read:
Road Closed – Pedestrians use other path.
The arrow pointed to the other side of the road. Sighing, Maureen ran quickly across. This time she had to run. Her bag jangled along her side as she wished she’d grabbed her backpack instead of an over-the-shoulder cheap Gucci knock off. But she made the dash skipping uneven pavement slabs.
There was a bus stop, and she decided even though the school was only two stops away a bus pulling over conveniently gave her the chance of making up some lost ground.
Climbing aboard and rummaging into her purse she binged her contactless card and couldn’t help think how much further she could have gotten on a run. She walked along to the exit doors of the bus and saw someone smiling at her. She politely smiled back to him as he then bowed. Surprised at this old fashioned behavior he couldn’t be much older than her. But you could never tell with men. They always looked younger than they were. Enough! Her stop arrived and she got off but so did that old-fashioned behaving gentleman.
“Hungry?” He asked pulling out an apple.
“What?” This was now even weirder. “No. Thank you.”
“It’s okay – I work at the grocers over there.” He nods to the shop behind her.
Grabbing the apple. “Thanks.” She runs off crunching on the sweet flesh.
As she finally reached the school gates she pulled out a mineral bottle of water and washed down the flavours from her tongue. Sweet and bitter mixed together was not great.
She buzzed security who let her through as she’d forgotten her security card – great – today was going slower than she wanted. And it would go even slower if she had to get a temporary one otherwise she’d have had to coat tail after her colleagues as they went through the barriers and she hated depending on others. Fran spotted her.
“Hello darling – gosh – another one of those days eh?” Fran comes over to her open arms a big hug, and a kiss planted onto Maureen’s cold cheek.
“Yes, I know!” Maureen rolled her eyes.
“It’s okay we’ve got your first class covered.”
“Thank you.” Maureen shook off her jacket and placed it behind the door of the reception office. A small pink clock with the wrong time sat on Fran’s desk. Maureen slid an index finger over the bell atop the clock’s face.
“This wasn’t here before.”
“It’s a gift. Someone came in earlier and said to give it to you. With this.” Fran reached into her top drawer and pulled out a small white envelope. She handed it to Maureen who was now curious and startled at the same time.
“Oh thanks. That’s odd.” She realised that the other receptionists were looking at her. She took the clock and letter somewhere more private: To her office. She walked out to the stairwell where descending to her own cosy nook under the school hall. To others this was a basement where all the new teachers started but to her this was her own little corner of the world. All hers.
She grabbed her lab coat and pulled it on and over her day clothes to get ready for the next session. Her lesson plans were ready on her desk and she placed the white envelope on the dark mahogany desk and looked at the pink clock once more. It was hers – the clock she had lost 10 years ago. She remembered where she lost it now. It all came back to her. As she held on to the envelope and didn’t need to open it. She knew who it was from. The memory was enough to make her mouth curl up int a smile.
[Circa: donkey years ago!]