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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Goodbye Vancouver

My Vancouver trip ended yesterday, and now I’m back in “sunny” Ontario! I always thought I love to overthink my life events, but I have realized it is simply me living life to the fullest, and being appreciative of what I’m given. This doesn’t mean I’m a happy camper all the time, but my life’s perspective have begun to change. I guess it is a good thing I try not to take things for granted now, but there is an overpowering feeling about becoming an adult. I’m 26, and I have passed by mid-twenties, and  it’s not like I changed my perspective as soon as I turned 26 — that’s not the type if wish you make when you blow the candles–but, it has been at least, a 3-year change.

It is a bit scary. Am I to think once I hit my 30’s, everything will start to go downhill? Will my hair go fully grey? I’d say probably yes to the latter. But, I have friends who are 30 and up, and they look happy and young. They definitely ease my fear of turning 30 (if I live to see it), and have inspired me to remain young at heart — mainly to get carded in my 30’s — and strive for a good future.

I know there is no point in worrying too much about ageing — I can always write about it — but it is my curiosity that makes me dig for answers. But, my trip has given me more than I could have asked for. I reconnected with my friends and saw my family — my sister and I played Mario Bros and towards the end of my trip, we didn’t die so many times! — I laughed more than I have the past one year, and felt so loved by everyone. I never realized I made such a positive in many peoples’ lives, so it was an eye-opener into who I really am, and how I am perceived. I’ve always wondered if I were to pass on right now, what kind of legacy would I leave. So, in a way it has given me a lot of peace.

I always give tons of credit to pilots who get me to my destination safely. The flight to Vancouver was great, but the flight back to Ontario was awesome! The skies were mostly clear, and the views were spectacular. During the flight ‘good guy’ pilot announced were going to hit a 10-minute turbulence — I almost fainted — but he changed altitude and the turbulence lasted about a minute or two! And to top it all, we arrived to Ontario about 15 minutes early.

I can’t ignore what happened to Malaysian Airlines. I was hanging out with my one of my best friends, the day before my flight, when I saw it on the news. It breaks my heart that this happened. I’m not afraid of flying, I’m just afraid of take-offs. So, seeing the news before I flew, wasn’t very reassuring. But, I hope the families get the answers and closure they desperately need. I have to mention this on my post, because I can’t pretend terrible things are happening in the world. The situation in the Ukraine is dire, and there is so much violence in this world. Sometimes, it is difficult for me to comprehend why people instill pain and fear. We’re supposed to protect each other and our planet. Life is a gift, so why are they misusing it? There really is NO point.

A lot of people ask, “Why pray?” Well, why not? There is so much evil in this world, we need to pray so people find peace in all this turmoil, so that hopefully, evil will vanish from this world. And if you don’t pray, that’s fine, too. As long as you join in the quest of amending the world, you can choose how you want to do it. Just remember, even when life gets tough, do not despair.

Here are some pictures from the flight. Look at the stunning view! Remember there’s still beauty in this world.

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PS: I’m working on a short story called, ‘Laura’s closet’. I thought about it during my trip :). I will hopefully post it this week!

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!

Less judgement, more peace.

It is easy to judge. We judge, because we aren’t perfect. They judge us, because they aren’t perfect. And it is true, we can’t strive to be perfect, because that will never happen. But, we can delay any future judgements from our part, by striving to become better.

There once was a woman who decided to leave her warm lands and go on a journey. On her way, she passed by a village. It was fully decorated with bouquets of white and violet flowers. She saw a man picking up leaves, and asked him what was going on. He stared and walk away. She was taken by surprise by his rudeness, but kept walking.

Finally, she saw more villagers, but they were in such rush, she couldn’t even let out a whisper. She was getting frustrated. Why was this village full of rude people? She spotted a bridge and hoped to find polite villagers on the other side ( as if a bridge could divide manners).

She saw a woman sitting by a bench. Her eyes were swollen and red. She had obviously been crying. As she approached, she noticed a basket next to her. She would soon find out that there was a baby inside. But just as she was about to greet her, the woman looked a bit reluctant towards her. Then, she hastily walked away. Was she hiding something? Perhaps, she was about to do something to her infant? What ever it was, she had enough with the rudeness.

She kept on walking until she reached a strawberry farm. The farmer greeted her and offered her a sample. The berries were delicious. She asked about his life, and pointed out how great it was that his family helped. She was happy she
was finally talking to someone. She told the farmer about her ordeal with the village. He looked in disbelief and assured her the villagers wouldn’t do such thing. Although, he mentioned he hadn’t seen them for a while, due to being ill. After the conversation, she grabbed a basket full of fruit and decided to go back home.

She had to pass through the village once again, but this time everything was different. Two villagers greeted her with crowns of flowers and a basket full of bread. “These people are definitely crazy,” she thought to herself. She played along and kept walking. The grounds were covered in petals, there were tables and empty plates everywhere. But, before she could ask what happened, she saw the woman with her infant, this time in her arms. “Why is she smiling?” She asked.

Everything was out of control in her mind. Was she going crazy? She didn’t want to wait to find out. She spotted a villager cleaning the tables and asked what was going on. His story took her by surprise:

“You see the lady holding her infant? That’s Mrs. Robeson. The Robeson family have been a positive influence in this village. They helped me when my farm was destroyed. Mr. Robeson passed away a few weeks ago, and she is now alone with her daughter. It’s been hard on all of us, but mostly on her. She’s holding on for her daughter. So, we put together a celebration, and we gifted her with a flower shop that she always wanted to own. All of us villagers built it together. It’s the first time we’ve seen her happy since Mr. Robeson’s passing”.

She was almost in disbelief, but before she could let out the tears, she offered her basket full of goods. The villager thanked her for her kindness, and she continued her way home.

Before she got far, the villager stopped her, and asked her where she got the goods from. She told him about the farmer, and he said, “that’s not possible. They passed away a year ago.” She didn’t want to stir up a heavy conversation, so she said, “perhaps, I’m mistaken,” and she left.

“Thank you for the basket, young lady. You are very kind,” said the villager.

“Not as kind as you,” she whisper.

 

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Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!

Do we run into the same strangers again?

I finally was able to walk to the grocery store today. The sidewalks aren’t icy! I guess Mother Nature is not on PMS anymore. In the middle of my walk, a thought came into my mind. The strangers we walk by or see on a daily basis, do we get to see them again? To be honest, I don’t really notice a lot of people I pass by on a daily basis, so I do wonder if I’ve been passing by them for a long time, or maybe for the first time.

I tend to see a lot of seniors (as in the elderly) if I go to the mall early in the mornings. You see them in groups, in pairs, alone.  How many times have I run into the same seniors? Will I live to be one and look as happy with their friends as they do? I know everyone has a different life, and we all have struggles, but I have yet to see an angry senior while s/he eats breakfast with her/his friends. It’s probably just where I live, or my mind just loves to play tricks. Oh well…

I like to think we will all stop running into unpleasant people, but that will never change. For every person that makes a positive change, there is a person that makes a negative one. Eventually, I do hope one day we can all live in peace. 

Not everyone you come across with is meant to stay in your life. You never know who are you going to meet, and how they’re going to shift your life (whether in a positive or negative direction). Sometimes when you meet someone new, and they tell you they used to take steps where you have already stepped on, you say, “We’ve probably run into each other at some point”. What are the odds you have?

Who knows, maybe the next person you bump into will change your life.

To be honest, I don’t know why such a thought would elaborate in my mind. And to be brutally honest here, I don’t think I’m making a lot of sense. 

 

Of course! The world sort of rules me today!