Short Story: Laura’s Closet – Part One

This is a short story I started last week. It was inspired by a conversation I had with my friends. Here’s Part One. Enjoy!! 😀

Laura’s Closet: Part One

Her name was Laura, and she had just been promoted to a management role. She was quite happy, as she had been waiting for this, for a long time. This new position meant full-time hours and all the benefits she hoped for. Her boss gave her the rest of the day off. It came at the right time, too.  Earlier in the week, she had promised her best friends Alliese and Sonia that she would meet them for coffee.

The plans were arranged, and she eagerly picked her best outfit – it was just a casual girls meeting, but she took it seriously – she wore black dressing pants, a mint green blouse, and two-inch black heels. She grabbed her coat, and was heading to the door, when she changed her mind. She had not seen her best friends in a while, and wanted to look her best. This meeting was different from others, because a few years prior, they had all gone through quite a journey.

Three years ago, Laura was a full-time student and held a part-time job at her local coffee shop. Overall, she was content with her life. She knew she wanted to become an IT professional. However, after a talk with her inner feelings, she felt a void that she couldn’t explain. She figured she was stressed out and needed time off.

The temperatures were rising, and she decided to go on a hike – like she used to before going to university – and so, she got ready. There was no hiking plan, which wasn’t too responsible of her, but she did not care at that moment. She told herself, she would plan her return path as she hiked along. She stumbled upon branches and went leaf sampling for a bit – which she loved doing when she was young. She felt a bit unnerving about the bugs she found, but resisted the urge of squashing them. But, for the first time, she took one of her leaves and picked up a red ladybug.

“This sure means good luck,” she said.

As she contemplated it, a sudden gush of wind blew it off her hand. The wind was picking up so much; she started looking for a form of shelter.

“I feel silly looking for shelter in the middle of the woods. It’s not like I’m running from a hurricane,” she laughed.

Sure enough, the wind stopped.

She wasn’t going to let anything ruin her hike. She felt so much peace doing this, and this was confirmation her void feelings were caused by stress. This hike was good for her, and she told herself she was going to on lots of hikes from now on. At the top of the hill, she sat and enjoyed the view of the city. She sat for a while, taking pictures, and eating her homemade sandwich. If it weren’t for the life waiting for her, she would’ve built a cabin on the spot and lived there for the rest of her life. It was still an option for her, but didn’t want to make it a priority, yet.

Before it got too late, she made her way back. She tried to go a bit fast, but slow enough to enjoy the trip back. She was almost out of the woods, when she noticed a path that wasn’t there at the beginning of her hike. She didn’t think much of it, and thought it was something she just missed. But curiosity got the best of her, and she walked towards it.

“I won’t take too long. I’m almost at the parking lot, anyway,” she said out loud.

She kept walking, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. So, she walked back. But, just as she turned, she heard a whisper.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

And there was another whisper.

“I mean it. Who’s there?” she asked again.

There was no sound.

“What am I doing, anyway? I’ve seen enough movies to know not to ask such questions,” she thought.

She was getting scared, so she started to run back. A lot of thoughts ran in her mind.

“Ok. I’m alone in the woods and I heard a whisper. That means serial killer, right?” she said.

Out of nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped and turned around, but there was no one. It was obvious someone was after her, and at this point she began to freak out. She kept making a run for it, but she felt no matter how fast she ran, whoever was chasing her was going to catch up to her. She felt another gush of wind approaching, this time stronger than before. She turned around, but kept running, and the wind took over her entire body. She tripped and fell.

“Laura,” she heard a voice calling.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was. She was gasping for air at this point. She crawled and cried, not noticing the splinters in her hands.

“Laura? Please stop,” now, it was clear this was a woman. But, her voice sounded peaceful.

She made a full stop, but refused to turn. In her mind, it was her fear that made her think she had a peaceful voice. She covered her ears and moved her head towards the ground.

“Please don’t do this!” she screamed.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the woman calmly said.

But Laura didn’t hear.

“I only have water and food and a piece of ID. Please don’t do this!” she kept screaming.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I mean no harm,” the woman said again.

“I can’t. Please, please don’t do this. Please!” she wept.

The mysterious woman knew she wasn’t going to turn around. So, she made the sun shine, and called a few birds to stand by Laura’s side. She waited for Laura to realize, she wasn’t dangerous. She understood why Laura felt fear. Her strong wind introduction wasn’t at all pleasant. She tried to make up for it, so she sent a calm breeze to provide comfort, until she calmed down.  She knew it was going to take while to ease her fear, but she was used to waiting. After all, she was Mother Nature.

 -END OF PART ONE-

 

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My flight home

It was a warm day in Eastern Canada…Now, back to reality! I got up, hopped on a plane, came home for a visit. The End.

Oh, alright! If you insist…

It was a cold day and the forecast called for light snow (under 1cm, which means there won’t be snow). I was hoping the weather by the airport would be good —-wishing for good weather in the East is like praying for a miracle —-I didn’t want my flight to be canceled or delayed. It’s weird sometimes, how the weather changes every 1 or 2 blocks. At my place it could be snowing, but 2 blocks down the road, it could be sunny (Mother Nature never makes sense). But, I made it to the airport, and the sky was clear!

I love airports —-when good luck is in my favour —- and in fact, I used to go to the airport just to watch planes take off and land. I arrived three hours early (yes, too early), and got through security in the blink of an eye. The lady in front of me was given a hard time over a souvenir. They had to send it through another xray and asked her to step out. She was annoyed, but obliged. I’m glad it wasn’t me.

I proceeded to my gate, because that’s what I do right away, to make sure I know where it is. I located it right away, and went to a nearby restaurant. I had one of my favourite foods, spaghetti and meatballs —- nothing screams flight nervousness louder than comfort food — and hung around for a while.

I sat by the window and looked at the view and my plane. Then, I saw a young woman sitting next to me, and she had the cutest puppy EVER with her. She mentioned it was the puppy’s first trip. We exchanged a few words until boarding time.

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How gorgeous is this view?

The first thing I did, as soon as I got on the plane, was check the safety procedure. I think I’m the only one who does, everyone else probably just expects to die right away, if something were to happen. My plane was a new plane, it had (approximately) 150 seats more than the biggest plane before this one was built. The seats were comfortable (leather), but the boarding time felt like earth’s entire population was boarding. Listen, passengers just kept coming in, and it took so long, I watched an entire episode of The Big Bang Theory during boarding. I can’t complain, it was a smooth boarding. Passengers were helpful with each other (so sad this is shocking nowadays).

The pilot started the engines, and we approached our runway. This is the time where the safety video plays, but instead of a video, we got the instructions via a passenger announcement on the tv screen. There were no pictures (they have the pamphlet on your seat), just a voice. I guess this means no more safety videos, and no more live demonstrations by the crew. What a disappointment! I pay for my ticket and I expect entertainment by the crew. I love watching them pretend, we would all be calm if the plane were to crash.

I didn’t feel the take off as much as other flights, which was good news to me. Not to give you nightmares or anything, but the first 15 minutes are crucial. I saw the city lights below me —yes, boarding took so long it was nightfall, and got ready to select a movie.

*SPOILERS AHEAD (movie Gravity)*

I went with the movie ‘Gravity’ with Sandra Bullock and (sort of) George Clooney. I love Sandra Bullock, she is a great actress, but this movie was boring, it wasn’t BAD, but it wasn’t GOOD. I watched it with high expectations, after seen (some) good reviews. I know it’s about survival and appreciation for life, but it’s not something we haven’t seen before. The effects looked good, but other than that, the movie is just Bullock moaning every second — I get it, she’s scared, but it was annoying — Clooney disappearing every minute, and astronauts floating in space waiting to die. I gave it a try, the beginning was good, and I was clinging to the edge of my seat.  However, I was waiting for a good plot twist. For example, Bullock and Clooney fighting against each other, flying into an alien aircraft, twerking in space. But, those dreams never came true, and they were crushed by more moaning and lame explosions (Michael Bay should’ve had input on this).

The lesson? Earth is beautiful, gravity is awesome, earn millions in Hollywood by moaning while floating in space,  and when your oxygen is running low, the logical thing is to keep moaning until you exhaust all your resources, and panick when you realize you only have a small oxygen percentage. Perhaps, if I had seen it in theaters, my opinion would be different. I don’t know. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. They could’ve definitely done more.

After that, I turned on my laptop and watched Lord of the Rings (the Fellowship). We had a bit of turbulence, but it wasn’t scary. We were approaching landing, and the pilot decided to tell us the winds were strong, the runaway was short, and we would feel the landing a bit more than usual. While I appreciated this gesture, I would’ve rather not heard it. Usually, I only want to hear when something goes wrong, if it will cause my imminent death. Other than that, let me know when you plan to make an unnerving announcement, so I can plug my ears. Not to mention, I heard this girl (she was around 10-12)  behind me saying loudly, “we’re flying too low!!!!” Well, we were landing, you know? What do they teach in schools?

And that was it. I can’t complain, it really was a good flight. The pilots and crew were great as usual, and while Gravity made me wish I lived in another galaxy, at least I can now say I’ve seen it. Remember the pilot’s announcement? Well, the winds were gone, rain had stopped, and we had a smooth landing! So, let’s leave it at that.

Of course! The world sort of rules me today.

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