So it’s Monday and I’m like when will it be Saurday again? And when will I have enough money to buy something big enough to break open a bank vault? And why doesn’t someone just put me down?
I work in the call centre, so you get where I’m coming from? What sick b***** would look forward to that kind of torure?
Eight hours a day listening to people whine and bitch about how the £4 beef joint they bought from the reduced aisle was tough until I wish I could drive so I could mow them down and giggle like a mother f***** when their blood sprays my face. We all need a little fantasy to keep us going.
Today is the worst kind of Monday. I arrive with barely five minutes to spare and discover all the good seats have been taken and I need to sit next to Brad and Natt. We hate Brand and Natt. We want Brd and Natt to to be set on fire. We have little vodoo dolls of Brad and Natt that we stick pins in on a regular basis.
Brand and Natt are in lurve. They met at work. Can you imagine meeting your soul mate in a call centre? All the guys in my team are either a dufuss or a jerk and hell will freeze over before I even consider dating them. I know Mark, head jerk wants me. We had that one great, life-altering night together….
But I digress.
Brad and Natt love working in a call centre. They are happy little bunnies who love their job (and either have a bran tumour or have taken some serious mind-altering drugs). They are endlessly smiling and chirpy. I very often need to walk away to refrain from lifting a chair and smashing either one over the head with it.
This morning I was greeted with:
NATT: Good morning Paula (said with a grin that defines the space-time contiunium (whatever that is, if it is even a thing)
I mumble something under my breath that might start with a letter of the alphabet.
BRAD: I just took my first call from a lovely woman whose dog got sick when she bought some different dog biscuits.
I mumble something nonchalant while thinking kill me now, just kill me now.
I was still hung-over from my Sunday night exploits and in no fit state (or mood) to deal with Chirpy 1 and Chirpy 2. I logged on, logged into my phone, chose the aux code for comfort break and headed to the coffee machine at the end of the room (while Brad and Natt tutted).
They were both, thankfully on calls when I returned to my desk, gulping down an Americano with five sugars like my life depended on it.
I changed the aux code to available, sipped my coffee and waited for the first whiny idiot to ruin my day.
I’d drunk about half the Americano when something stange happened. It started as little more than an itch but go worse and worse until I was frantically clawing my skin. Brad and Natt threw me a look of disgust like they were afraid I had rabbies and edged their chairs away from me.
By the time I’d finished the coffee the itching was unbearable. My frantic clawing had been noticed by everyone on the call floor and people were staring at me like I’d grown two more head’s. The itching stopped and was replaced by pain, so intense it made me cry out. People started screaming and I knew something was really wrong.
The flesh on both my shoulders had burst and something was moving and twitching beneath the burst skin. Brad threw his head-seat down and made a break for it, running towards the window. He grabbed Natt and kept running as a pair of beauiful white wings burst from my broken flesh. Brad and Natt were huddled in the corner, whimpering. People were running everywhere and screaming.
I tested my new wings. They were huge but felt so light. It took a few minutes for me to learn how exactly to roate my shoulders. I rose from my desk, into the air and started to fly all up and down the call floor, laughing while everyone screamed.
I flew straight through the first open window.
Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Scott
I got the prompt from this website, I used the 3rd prompt:
The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.
Wings aren’t really a vessel but they could take me somewhere different. I really like fantasy fiction but hardly every write it (because it’s crap) so I had fun with this. I haven’t decided whether to use this as the 1st draft of a short story.