In April I wasn’t going to do CampNaNoWriMo. But I suffered from a severe plot-bunny attack. After a first goal of 10.000 words I ended up writing 25.000. Sadly my favourite cabin was full by the time I started.
So for July the amazing Blacklilyf suggested I take up residence in her cabin and set myself a ridiculously low goal. Just in case.
To do that, I had to create a project. I called it ‘The Pharmacist’s Cabinet, because I often compare my brain to one. So many drawers, with all these ideas, and stocked with the Encyclopaedia of Useless information. Ít was a place holder name. The idea grew on me though. So many drawers, so many possibilities.
This morning the first drawer opened and a blue dress came out. Suddenly the road was clear. All the drawers contain items, pictures, stories, memories and what not more. I’m just going to open them and see what comes falling out. Some of these pieces I will probably share here in due time.
Until then… *looks at all the closed drawers* work to be done.
Just a teaser, the opening sequence of ‘A Blue Dress’
“Who on earth buys these dresses for her?” Dan wondered upon seeing her. The dress was lovely, nothing wrong with that. But the light blue was so wrong for her short reddish hair and her green eyes. It made her look like a ghost.
“Eric.” The manager called out from his office behind the counter. The receptionist turned towards the door. “Yes?”
“What time will the Dragon Lady be arriving?”
Eric chuckled for a moment. He’d heard about the guest they were expecting and had thought of an elderly lady with hair on her teeth.
From the corner of his eye he did see a woman walk into the lobby.
“Dragon lady? Time?” The manager asked.
A clear voice rang through the hall. “Six pm sharp. Same time I always arrive.” She had a carrying voice. Eric turned towards the counter where she stopped.
“Ma’am…” He was flustered.( To read Part 1 entirely, click here.Collapse )
Wednesday she braved the restaurant for lunch. Ignoring all Christmas decorations she managed to sit at a table in the corner. It wasn’t very crowded. Clearly most people did choose to spend the holidays at home rather than out here. Who could blame them? Maybe Gaya would have too, if she had any family.
To her surprise Paige came running out to her. “Mrs. Mason!” She yelled through the restaurant. Gaya wasn’t sure if she was annoyed or endeared.
“Paige. Don’t yell. Sit down.” She ordered.
The girl panted a bit, clearly having run out here, from wherever she had been hiding out that day. She had a small bag with her. The first time they’d met, it had carried her book. From the bag she took something.
“I wanted to give you this, Mrs. Mason.”( To read Part 2 entirely, click here.Collapse )
“Gaya hasn’t celebrated Christmas in a while, Paige. I think we need to help her remember.”
Paige handed Gaya a package. It was a small cube.
“Guys, I can’t accept this, I didn’t…”
“Please. Paige really wanted you to have this.”
“But…” They hadn’t agreed on her coming over until last night.
“She bought it for you after that lunch the two of you had.” Eric said.
With trembling hands she opened the box. It was so beautifully wrapped that she wanted to savour it. She’d had gifts over the years. One more meaningless than the other. This meant something.( To read Part 3 entirely, click here.Collapse )
It would only be one night. Donna had stated that very clearly. One wonderful, fun, and hot night. After that they were never to see each other again. Kyle had agreed.
And still, when they ran into each other weeks later, there was that same feeling. Refusing to go into any form of committed relationship they decide to meet once a week. Because however different they are, there's one way their minds, or bodies, are perfectly aligned. Once a week. Every Monday.
In her bright pink skirt suit, Tia sat on the edge of her desk and overlooked the room. All the desks in their neat formation, with their photo frames, personal items, office plants and monitors looked a bit like lifeless monsters in their own shadows. She loved it when, on Monday mornings, it all came back to life again.
Loudly she clapped her hands and the lights sprung on, only moments before the first employees would walk in.
Tia smiled. She loved this moment. The offices filling up with people and the smell off coffee, after the quiet weekend.
Although this weekend had been everything but dull and dark.
Something evil glided over Tia’s face. Hey, she wasn’t a saint. She’d never claimed to be, no matter what other people sometimes said about her.( To read the entire story, click here.Collapse )