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Stranger

 A fiction prompt

In hindsight, I should have run over her.

My supervisor, Dave, hired a woman for our team, I’ll call her Shelley.  She was six-foot-tall, three hundred pounds, with bright red hair in a bi-level cut, the left side was just below her earlobe, and the right side was collar length. 

I am not a superficial person; I don’t judge others by their appearance. Hell, I would never win any beauty contests myself.  However, there was something about Shelley… a niggling, prickly sensation at the back of my head, an anxious feeling in my chest, a warning to keep my distance.

A week or so later, on my lunch break, I pulled out of the parking space and headed toward the exit. Shelley stepped right into my path and stopped. Shelley, with her outlandish hair, long purple coat, and gray boots.

Just standing there, staring at me.

After I rolled down my window, she explained that her car was in the shop and she was on foot, would I mind if she rode to lunch with me?

That’s how it started. The next day, when I left for lunch, she went with me.  She always had horrible situations going on in her life, her boyfriend said mean things, her mother said mean things, her friends weren’t generous enough, you name it.  If it was bad, it was happening to her.

Then, she started having money woes, didn’t have enough money for groceries or to buy lunch, didn’t have enough money to buy cigarettes.  It progressed to not having money to pay her rent. I got a drunken, hysterical call one night asking if she could pitch a tent in my backyard because her friend threw her out and she had nowhere else to stay.

I felt drained all the time, exhausted. Then, I got sick.  After nine months of dealing with her, I ended up in the hospital on intravenous antibiotics for a massive respiratory infection. 

Shelley quit her job a few steps ahead of getting fired.  After she left, I never heard from her again.  

In hindsight, I should have run over her.

Day 126

May 6, 2017 What would your perfect world be like?

Enough.

Everyone would have enough room in their house for everyone who lives there. Enough money to pay their bills, enough left over for doing fun things with the family, enough in case of emergency, like the car needs new tires, or the washing machine quits and has to be replaced. Everyone has enough food to eat, enough clothes and shoes that are weather appropriate, the list goes on and on.

Enough – that would be my perfect world.

Day 125

May 5, 2017 Write some interesting facts about yourself.

  1. I still live in the same town where I was born, I’ve never lived anywhere else.
  2. I work for the hospital where I was born.
  3. I have never been without a job for the past forty years.
  4. I have an unnatural predilection for red cars. The first car I bought at age 17 was bright red and I continued to buy red cars right up to the car I’m driving now. It is blue, and was too good a deal to pass up. I love it, even if it isn’t red.

Day 124

May 4, 2017 What is your view on religion?

Religion is excellent stuff for keeping common people quiet. Religiion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich. Napoleon Bonaparte

If Jesus came back and saw what was being one in His name, He’d never stop throwing up. Woody Allen

Before I start, let me make this perfectly clear. I’m speaking directly to organized religion, not how an individual interprets and practices their own beliefs and and life choices.

I do believe in a God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost. I do believe that we’re supposed to love and take care of each other, treat others the way we wish to be treated.

However, I do not attend a church, to not identify myself with any denomination, and feel that organized religion is a scam to take people’s money, and rule them by fear.

Day 123

May 3, 2017 Write about high school.

High school was a pretty good time. I had a tight group of friends, we were the polite kids that teachers liked, I made good grades and didn’t get in trouble. By the time I finished my junior year, I had met all my required courses, so my senior year was all elective classes, so I took every class the English department had to offer.

This summer will be 40 years since I graduated and I still keep in daily contact with three of my good friends from school.

Day 122

May 2, 2017 Something that you want to do before you die.

See Europe – I would love to have the money and at least three months to spend there. If wishes came true, I’d start in Finland, work my way south to Italy and Spain, then zig-zag my way to Ireland.