“Write with the prompt beginning with: She wasn’t supposed to be there.”
She wasn’t supposed to be there. I hated how she interfered with me already although I was only one to mind my own business. It was only – that’s what it was always like, things were changing I guess and I didn’t like it. Change, that is. Tickles, the new secretary with a nice haircut that looked rather delicious to me – a strawberry maybe, or was it a grapefruit – had a weird shock of natural hair colour that made it stand out in a pretty way. Smelling like the egg yolk and honey shampoo that it wasn’t going to stop bragging about, I understood why most liked it more than me. The little office room felt cramped whenever it was present, as if it took its own space and a whole lot of mine. I had to carry out the plan I had in mind since it set foot in here, Jeff was beginning to change too much and that just hurt – it needed to go. There couldn’t be more than one us here. All the attention it was getting was really mine! I was supposed to be it. Tickles got up occasionally off its bottom, like what, every 3 hours to go make some coffee, but maybe when two ducks came flying in through the window things would change? I hoped.
Mounting my bike with old ma’s pastries I headed home early that afternoon, granted an early leave from Jeff who was probably just as relieved to see me riding away on my wonky mountain bike as I was of that building disappearing between the oak trees. I’d told them I had to go run some errands for mother, which was partially true. Ronald would be selling his newly fashioned costumes and outfits for the upcoming summer markets on his roadside shop, and that was where I’d be heading. I needed a bear costume and honey bars to bath my tense muscles and eat. Well the bear costume was for Larkin’s wedding tomorrow – I did remind myself of a bear sometimes. The lad at the counter gave me a special one for my kind words, who only started this erratic business by selling tissues to travellers and pass-byérs at the age of 9 – makes me overthink my own problems.
A sly smile cracked my lips, beginning to see everything that was going to go on tonight before it actually does.. You know, it’s a good thing to suck and marinate your plans, before you go ahead with them. Mesmerise is the word I think. Now I didn’t have crooked teeth but a bit of mint clung to my middle tooth – that would match my doings and feelings at that moment. And I didn’t even attempt to remove it or get ashamed of it, like most would do. I went straight home and started to mix the ingredients I’d bought, as if I were making a cake for visitors. Well maybe I was.