My First Shot at Fiction
Following is my first attempt at writing a fictional story. It’s really short. Do let me know how you like it.
It had been a bad star start to the day. First it was the traffic and the summer heat, next it was the full parking lot and to top it all, the fact that he was late to work again. Third time in as many days. “With such a start, the day is bound to be bad”, he said to himself and prepared for the worst. He was right.
His boss was the usual pesky self. Pushing every little task onto him. He did not mind that. He was used to it.
Nothing seemed to work. The PC seemed slower than ever. The tea from the vending machine tasted like crap. His team mates were already busy working. Darn. How bad could it get?
He replied to all the emails in his inbox. He then proceeded to all important task of the day: summarising his boss’s report. It was to be presented in the board meeting the next day. Two pages into it and he was pulling his hair off. What crap is this? As usual, he had not been able to make head or tail of what his boss had written.
That’s when his phone rang.
“What’s it?” he yelled, not realising that it has made a few eye brows rise around him.
“Speak up, will you?”
“Stop yelling. I’ll talk to you later”. She hung up.
“What’s wrong with the world today?” He went back to the report.
A couple of minutes later his phone buzzed again. It was an SMS from her.
The message was curt and to the point, “Design accepted”.
Shit! What have I done? He slapped his forehead.
She worked for an interior design firm. One of the best in the city. She had been assigned the task designing the living room for one the new clients. Although not too difficult a task for her, it was special because it was her first shot at glory. She had spent the whole night working on it. And now he had played the perfect spoil sport.
“What do I do now?”, he shuddered. She was a tough nut to crack when in a bad mood. It had taken him two hours of talking the last time something similar happened. “I could have handled it better”, he had said to himself after the storm had subsided. Exactly how he was going to handle this storm, he was not too sure.
He thought it over. “I need to make her laugh”, he told himself. That would make her forget his misbehaviour. And he knew he was good at making her laugh. Better than anyone in the world.
He made the call during the lunch break. It was an hour long break and he had finished his lunch fast.
“What is it?”, asked the voice at the other end.
“Congratulations! You did it”.
“It’s the first ball you faced and you hit it for a six!”
That was a bad attempt. Bound to fail. She watched a bit of Cricket alright, but this was no time for sixes and fours.
“err…I meant to say…”
“You’ve said enough already”.
Dang! This was getting out of control already. Either hang up and call later or keep trying and hope for the best.
“Oh come on! Tell me. How strong was the competition”? He should not have asked. She had already told him. Her design was competing against her seniors’.
Hence, no reply.
“Guess what?, I dreamed today morning that your design had been selected”, he said smartly.
“I am doomed this time”, he assured himself. He had to think fast.
“How did you convince your boss? That lady is a tough nut to crack, isn’t she?”
“And that noisy senior of yours, what’s the name you gave her?…haan, Jumbo Jet! What did the boss tell about her design?”
“Stop being a dog!” Came the retort.
His face went pale. His mind was still racing.
A couple of minutes passed by without a word being spoken.
Then the voice at the other end cracked…”What happened?” She asked.
“Uh…I don’t know…it’s my nose…it’s gone all wet all of a sudden”
“Yes!I can smell the perfume on my colleague…she’s standing at least 20 meters away…and my nails…they’re turning and twisting, growing long even as I speak!”
“My hair. Oh god…it’s growing all over my body!”
“I can’t! And what’s that? A tail! I got a tail!”
He heard a faint giggle…
“And what’s this? Why do I feel so attracted to the pillar near by? I hope I don’t start marking my territory!”
“Stop it, will you?”. She could hardly control her laughter.