Short+story-+Kavin+and+John

“Bye Jed, and good luck with the late shift”, said the man in the cubicle beside me as he packed up his stuff and left. That’s about the tenth time I heard that sentence in the last hour. I stood up to have a stretch and at the same time scan the room. But there was no one. Every chair was empty in the vast sea of desks and cubicles. I sat down back into my chair, slouched down and stared at the phone. I glimpsed at my wrist watch, six o'clock. I moaned. It was so quiet and still, which was surprising since only a few hours before the insurance company was in panic and shock as a mass of people were demanding money because their lives were wreaked through the Queensland floods. It was so sad we had to deny most of them any money at all. Especially one **middle-age woman** who had an accident unrelated to the floods right in our city and she was screaming and crying through the phone at the same time. I sighed. Only ten minutes later I finally got a call, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. “Hello, insurance line, Jed speaking”, I said in a cheerful voice. For a moment there was nothing, absolute silence. Then I could make a deep breathing and one or two sniffles. Finally the person began to speak. “y-you are going t-to pay”, muttered the anonymous caller. I might of imagined it but the voice sounded strangely female, but I decided to discard it. Before I could ask anything the person hung up and all I could hear is a medium paced beeping. Then I started to become creepy. For the next ten minutes every creak, sound or noise I heard I would flinch or shake. It felt like torture listening the ticking **clock** as time slowly moved on, then finally I decided to leave early and screw it. But from then on my life was got so bumpy and bad that I would go begging to come back into the office and start working again. It was seven o'clock and I finally calmed down from the initial shock of the call, so I decided to have some dinner. I ordered a pasta and specifically asked for no garlic as I was allergic to it. Ten minutes later my pasta came and when I took one bite out of it, you guessed it. It was loaded with garlic. I couldn’t go to work for the next two days as I was recovering. It did occur to me that someone did intentially put garlic in my food but I discarded it and thought it must have been a mistake. But as the days rolled on it got obvious that something was up. On the day I finally recovered from the allergic reaction I got a cup of coffee spilt on me twice, was robbed thrice, lost my car keys, lost my car and found two rats dead on my doorstep when I got home from work. Now things got really suspicious. I still decided to cast it as a coincidence and decided to wait another day and see what happens. Wrong decision man. The next day I somehow mysteriously lost my phone, lost my wallet, lost my laptop, lost my job, got attacked by a squirrel that fell out of the sky and onto my face(don’t ask how), got bumped, tripped, hit, whacked and slapped in extraordinary circumstances and was left with many various bruises that were placed where only a few or no bruise was ever placed before. The next day I felt like death itself. Every move I made hurt, and my throat hoarse from the yelling and screaming during the day before. My life was over, I lost almost everything, my money, my job, my beautiful face (mind flashes to when he was attacked by the squirrel). It took only another ten minutes of thinking to finally decide to end my life and stop my suffering. I dragged my crippled body up the stairs and to the second floor veranda. I watched over my neighbourhood of what I thought was to be my last glimpse of the world. I climbed onto then stood up on the railing and enjoyed the view for the last time. And there it was, right before my eyes. My car, parked right in front of the house, so close I swear I could just jump onto it. Then I could make out a figure, a lady, possibly in her forties, just watching over my house in the car, seems that she didn’t notice me up in the veranda. Then I could make out my wallet, a can full of garlic, my cell phone, my wallet and a pet squirrel (wait, who keeps a pet squirrel?). Then I could tell she was living in the car. A blanket, food stocked up, absolutely everything. I leaned slightly forward. Then it made more sense. She was the lady who lost everything and was denied any money, she was the caller who threatened me and she was the one who threw that insane squirrel at my face. I leaned forward. She was crying. Then slowly I was getting abnormally close to the car. I got closer, and closer, and eventually found myself freefalling straight at the car. I heard a scream, then I rammed into the car and everything was dark, still and quiet. I woke up several days later I found myself stiff but still in one piece. When I fully recovered I decided not to sew her or anything else. I think we both had enough action for a while. So instead we went out and eventually got married and had one child, a **young-boy** now named Jim. I got a new job I love and a new life I enjoy. Perhaps this incident was meant to bring us together, who knows? Anyway, life is good, and I’m enjoying it. Word Count: 1000 (ha! you cant penalise me for writing too much! Well you could if you count the line im writing right now)