PhoebeJaneWrites

Yesterday, my friend sent me a Reddit thread with lists of writing prompts. She specifically pointed out this prompt to me which I decided to take a stab at during my lunch and breaks at work. Was not able to fully flush out my ideas but it is a work in progress. Enjoy!

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The salty scent of the ocean wafted through the air, carried by a wind that made me wish (for a moment) that I had brought a jacket. Wind aside, it was a beautiful day to be outdoors. 2pm and the sun was bright without a cloud in the sky. I sipped my ice water as I waited for my best friend to arrive. On the table before me was my iPad with my current read lit up in eBook form. There was no way I could focus on reading with so many thoughts swimming through my head. I wiped the condensation from the glass and glanced randomly at my phone. Serenity and I were never the timeliest people but even this was a little excessive on her part. Originally we were scheduled to meet up at 12pm but I had texted her asking to move our lunch to 1. I had a lot going on right now. My writing had taken up a lot of my time, and so had my photography. Not to mention the super hero I had tied up in my bat cave.

And by bat cave, I mean basement.

And by basement, I mean garage.

It is now 2:15pm. Where on earth was this girl?

I sent a couple of text messages asking for her eta. She had a further commute than I, so I knew it would take her a moment. I hope she was ok. There are a lot of crazy people out there. For a moment, I stared at the novel on my iPad until I gave up the pretense that I would get any type of recreational reading done and I switched to my current favorite note taking app. New list created and I began working on my shopping list:

• Eggs
• Kale
• Dog food
• Sulfuric Acid

Pausing for a moment, I wondered if my puppy had enough food to last until my next paycheck. No point in putting it off and so dog food stayed on the list.

Really hope she doesn’t start making noise in the garage. My neighbors were accustomed to a certain amount of noise from my property as most huskies tend to be pretty vocal but I think the sound of a woman screaming from the garage would lead one to be just a bit suspicious.

Tried calling Serenity. No answer, I decided to leave her a voicemail and ask to reschedule. She might have gotten caught up in her latest project and lost all track of time. A little irritating but I understood. After all, I rescheduled at the last moment. The waiter came by and asked me if I needed any more time to decide my order. As I tried to explain that I would be leaving, I noticed that he paid very little attention to my words and much more attention to my cleavage. I stopped talking and he continued to stare with a very cheesy grin on his face.

“If you need anything at all, I can really help you out.”

I rolled my eyes at his blatant attempt to be crude, packed up my iPad and headed out the door thoughts focused on the closest grocery store. When I looked back to see if I left anything on the table, I caught the eyes of the ogling waiter.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

It was then that I really took a look at the Neanderthal that stood before me. Although his behavior and language was reminiscent of the self-absorbed frat guys from college, he was actually much older than me and the shine from the hardware on his finger said either a) he was recently married or b) he did not wear that ring often.

Either way, the idiot waiter would provide the kind of release I needed after all the stress I had been under.

A smile and a wink and I was out the door and headed for my car.

And by car, I mean, nondescript place where no one would notice a couple of people hanging out.

It was not long before I heard footsteps behind me. There was an alley behind the restaurant that was usually empty this time of day. I walked half way through and stopped to listen for the heavy footsteps and deep breathing of the waiter as he approached me.

“So, you’re a little slut, you want it..”

He did not have a chance to finish his sentence before he collapsed onto the ground. I did not plan to end things so quickly but he hit one of my triggers. My blade was now buried deep in him and I would have to  pull it out. Plus, there were blood spots on my shoes.

“Deep cleansing breaths. Patent leather is easy to clean.”

In my bag was a glove that I kept on hand (glove on hand, ha ha) for just such situations. Pulled it on and grabbed the handle, careful not to touch the body. Once my blade was free, I took off my scarf and wrapped the blade before tossing it in my bag.

Now on to more pressing matters. I wondered if Target still had a sale on dog food.