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There are 3 things you should never try in life.
1) Wasabi, the super hot sauce offered with Sushi, especially if you don’t wish to look like an idiot, fanning your open mouth with your hands;
2) Grated cheese with marinara spaghetti and
3) Taking your cat to be groomed when it’s very rainy, especially if the car park was miles away from the Vet of your choice.
Sometimes I wonder where my angels are! If they are beside me, with a notebook in hand, scribbling down notes and rating my actions to every solution I come up with, or else playing poker, God only knows where.
To be fair on them, it was Friday the 13th. You got to have guts to book an appointment on that same day, but hey, with a busy schedule as mine, that was the only free hour I could get, or another 6 months. Take it or leave it, the receptionist had declared with a very melodramatic, boring voice.
So, whilst I placed the receiver down, I realized that after all, she could have invented that excuse to win another customer.
So here I was, struggling with my umbrella, my meowing, caged cat and the high heeled boots that matched exactly with my gloves and my handbag! A girl always has to be prepared for whatever life throws at her. Right? Dead wrong… I should have listened to the forecast that day, but as usual, I had to check my mail, see if I was fuowned again and if someone was courteous enough to rate my boring pictures!
I looked like a clown, wobbling and trying to keep my balance with my big handbag on my left side and clutching my cat’s box on my right side, whilst holding the umbrella’s long cold handle with my chin. A beauty to behold, at eleven in the morning, much to the entertainment of some amused passers-by.
The tinkling of the bell, hung behind the main door, announced my arrival. The receptionist, a girl of eighteen years old, with short, pink pigtails and a fringe, pulled down her black framed glasses, annoyed to be interrupted from flipping through her magazine and studied me from head to toes. She continued gnawing on the head of the pencil and lifted herself up a little bit to be sure there was a pet with me. After signing some papers, I placed my cat on the counter and left, still hearing her meowing in my ears, and echoing in my mind.
I knew my cat. I knew what she was meowing at me. She was angry for this torture and pledging on her ancestors that once I got her back home, she will destroy my little, cozy apartment. That included, knocking down vases, chewing all edible plants and about ten other things that I kept yelling at her, “No, no, no… You naughty cat.”
Once outside, I could breathe more properly. The fresh air calmed me as a sweet breeze ruffled some trees and touched my flushed face. For once, I wished to stay like that, just relaxing and appreciating life as it was, but I still had to heed for a supermarket. I knew one down the road that did deliveries, so the aspect of shopping brought a smile back on my stressful face!
There was nothing new with the way the supermarket looked, though the people roaming around made the difference. There were women with toddlers and children, buying essential things, then there were the young guys, piling on alcohol… The grumpy elderly, glad to be walking up and down the aisles, looking upset at how high the prices shoot up in just a few days and then, my category… The ones that go only for one thing and end up with twenty!
As I closed my eyes, I did a quick refresh on what things I needed. Candles… I had used all of them and lately, I felt quite safe with a burning candle by my side as I watched television, in darkness.
There was quite a variety, but I always went for the white, boring looking ones. I grabbed one, and this idea just entered my head… I always spaced out, when an idea cropped into my head, for a new story. I was writing one at the moment and I still did not know what the plan was… I jerked back to reality, when I felt someone touching my hand!
I had to raise my head to look him in the face. A lad, tall and well built stood in front of me. That in itself was not strange but I felt confused by what he was wearing. A white cotton shirt, half opened to show his perfect tan and black breeches hugging his muscular legs! But what intrigued me most where his knee high boots.
“Sorry, but really not interested in any offers you are giving away with any of the products…” I finally managed to murmur.
“I need to talk to you,” was his reply.
Maybe my make-up had run all over my face and I looked like gozilla? “On what?” I asked him, as I started wiping underneath my eyes as best as I could.
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” he continued, whilst he bent down on one knee and took my hand in his and started to kiss it. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed people stopping and assessing our every move. “You do resemble my wife in features, though, your eyes and hair are of a different colour.”
I pulled back my hand from his grasp. “I don’t know you, what the heck do you think you are doing?”
“Of course you do M’am. My name is Drago, and you have created me.”
I pinched my face and felt the pain, which confused me more. He was the main character of the book I was writing… “Sure why not! And please can all the others that I have written about, come forward… Don’t be shy.”
“They are not here! They are happy where they are, in love and secured with their partners. But you treated me differently… I was beginning to live when you cruelly killed my wife,” he accused me.
“I… I… I really did not… mean…,” I stammered, searching for the right words.
“But I came for you. You will be my wife!” he ordered, not in a friendly manner.
“Yeah, right!” I said underneath my breath, but had to stop when some people started laughing. I glanced at him and found him trying to open a canned tin of peaches.
“Good Lord, how hard these are!” he exclaimed.
“Are you an actor or something?” My curiosity was at its peak.
“No, my Lady! I live in Willow Mansion, with my five dogs and Tom the butler and…”
I never heard him finish. No one knew about my story and suddenly, my gaze became blurred as I let darkness engulf me!
