Opinions and crits (esp. harsh ones) more than welcome!
EDIT: Updated version in post #14.
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The Random Society
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Each morning at precisely fifteen ‘till nine, Andrew would have a cup of fresh brewed coffee before meeting the Chief.
It was twenty ‘till nine, but he wasn’t having any coffee. In fact, Andrew was standing half-way between his car and the office complex, knowing full well that the Chief doesn’t give his Junior Regional Directors a pat on the back for lateness. But there he was, mumbling about working for a company that makes ballpoint pens to a pretty girl who asked him for a light.
She was a little bit shorter than Andrew, wearing torn jeans and a purple top, her red hair’s curls accentuating the greenness of her eyes. Pretty girl weren’t in the habit of starting up conversations with Andrew’s humble persona, so if he would’ve been an ostrich, he probably would’ve planted his startled face into the asphalt soon after she asked him what he did for a living.
“So, em, what about you then?” Andrew asked.
“I’m an astronaut.”
“Really?”
“No, of course not, you silly!”
She laughed and Andrew couldn’t help but notice that she had the most charming laugh he has heard in his life.
“Actually, I think I’m closer to what you’d call a terrorist,” she said in a more serious tone.
“Not the best of career choices,” said Andrew, throwing a smoke of his own into his mouth. The initial shock was over, he tried to play it cool.
“Very high accident rate,” he added.
“That’s exactly the point!”
She ran her hand through her hair. The Chief be damned.
“So you say you sell pens, right?” she went on, “But what if you would’ve been born in a different time at a different place? Do you think you’d do the same thing you do now?”
“Ah, the old What If question. I’m afraid there’s no such thing as What If, reality’s just here and now. By the way, I don’t think I caught your name?”
“That’s ‘cuz I never told you, silly,” she said, chuckling, “But yes, essentially, you’re right. There’s just the here and now, excuse my blatant example. But say, what if yesterday as you were on your way to work some guy would have slapped you across the face? Do you think this would’ve changed your life a little bit?”
“I doubt it,” Andrew said. He no longer had a freaking clue of what the redhead was trying to get at.
“What if the next day someone else’d slap you? Would you use a different way to get work? Maybe take up a self-defense class, maybe one day become a master of karate?”
“Somehow I don’t see that happening,” he said. He really would be late for work.
“The only reason you don’t see that happening is that you haven’t had a chance to see it happen. I guess what I’m trying to say is…”
She pressed herself against Andrew. He noticed the scent of her rose-flavored perfume before all his thoughts were dissolved as her tongue ran first across his lips and then touched his, twirling inside his mouth. The sensation was wet and hot, her body pressed against him instantly arousing. Finishing the kiss with a playful bite, she took a step back.
“Would that change your thoughts for the day?” she says with a smile on her face, “Change your entire day, perhaps? Or maybe even more than a day?”
Andrew let her walk off, his cigarette still firmly stuck between his fingertips.
When he finally made it to the office, he sneaked into the kitchen and gave the coffee machine a long, hard stare. Behavior patterns be damned, he thought, and had a cup of tea instead.
EDIT: Updated version in post #14.
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The Random Society
---
Each morning at precisely fifteen ‘till nine, Andrew would have a cup of fresh brewed coffee before meeting the Chief.
It was twenty ‘till nine, but he wasn’t having any coffee. In fact, Andrew was standing half-way between his car and the office complex, knowing full well that the Chief doesn’t give his Junior Regional Directors a pat on the back for lateness. But there he was, mumbling about working for a company that makes ballpoint pens to a pretty girl who asked him for a light.
She was a little bit shorter than Andrew, wearing torn jeans and a purple top, her red hair’s curls accentuating the greenness of her eyes. Pretty girl weren’t in the habit of starting up conversations with Andrew’s humble persona, so if he would’ve been an ostrich, he probably would’ve planted his startled face into the asphalt soon after she asked him what he did for a living.
“So, em, what about you then?” Andrew asked.
“I’m an astronaut.”
“Really?”
“No, of course not, you silly!”
She laughed and Andrew couldn’t help but notice that she had the most charming laugh he has heard in his life.
“Actually, I think I’m closer to what you’d call a terrorist,” she said in a more serious tone.
“Not the best of career choices,” said Andrew, throwing a smoke of his own into his mouth. The initial shock was over, he tried to play it cool.
“Very high accident rate,” he added.
“That’s exactly the point!”
She ran her hand through her hair. The Chief be damned.
“So you say you sell pens, right?” she went on, “But what if you would’ve been born in a different time at a different place? Do you think you’d do the same thing you do now?”
“Ah, the old What If question. I’m afraid there’s no such thing as What If, reality’s just here and now. By the way, I don’t think I caught your name?”
“That’s ‘cuz I never told you, silly,” she said, chuckling, “But yes, essentially, you’re right. There’s just the here and now, excuse my blatant example. But say, what if yesterday as you were on your way to work some guy would have slapped you across the face? Do you think this would’ve changed your life a little bit?”
“I doubt it,” Andrew said. He no longer had a freaking clue of what the redhead was trying to get at.
“What if the next day someone else’d slap you? Would you use a different way to get work? Maybe take up a self-defense class, maybe one day become a master of karate?”
“Somehow I don’t see that happening,” he said. He really would be late for work.
“The only reason you don’t see that happening is that you haven’t had a chance to see it happen. I guess what I’m trying to say is…”
She pressed herself against Andrew. He noticed the scent of her rose-flavored perfume before all his thoughts were dissolved as her tongue ran first across his lips and then touched his, twirling inside his mouth. The sensation was wet and hot, her body pressed against him instantly arousing. Finishing the kiss with a playful bite, she took a step back.
“Would that change your thoughts for the day?” she says with a smile on her face, “Change your entire day, perhaps? Or maybe even more than a day?”
Andrew let her walk off, his cigarette still firmly stuck between his fingertips.
When he finally made it to the office, he sneaked into the kitchen and gave the coffee machine a long, hard stare. Behavior patterns be damned, he thought, and had a cup of tea instead.
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