FCS
2006-04-04 00:07:47 UTC
This evening was lush with the heady scents of the hedgerows and her
new job was panning out fantastically. She'd moved on from basic
setting and copychecking and was now pitching artwork directly to
clients. It gave her such flexibility to manage childcare and the
business people in the area, she realised, were more fun out of hours
than she'd imagined could be true.
As she pulled into the drive her heart was full of the next morning's
presentation. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help taking work
home. Rather than leave it in the car overnight she'd sit, with one eye
on the News and the other on the proofs, pristine in their plastic
sleeves in her shiny-detailed folio. Full of love for the world and
everyone in it she inhaled the deep, fragrant summer air before opening
the front door.
Her son ran out to greet her, hugging her knees, but she sent him back
inside with an affectionate tousle of the hair and fond smile. She put
her handbag in the hall and went back to the car for her proofs. As she
opened the boot lid on the hatchback she heard an angry hum, and next
she knew there was something on her nose. She lifted her hands
reflexively to shift it and then saw, as it landed on the car, that it
was a bee. Not stopping to think she lashed into it repeatedly with the
palm of her hand then, in the slow comfort of a quick, humane, victory
realised just how malleable some vehicles' bodywork really is.
FCS
COPYRIGHT (C) 2006 F CAMERON SIPSTON
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new job was panning out fantastically. She'd moved on from basic
setting and copychecking and was now pitching artwork directly to
clients. It gave her such flexibility to manage childcare and the
business people in the area, she realised, were more fun out of hours
than she'd imagined could be true.
As she pulled into the drive her heart was full of the next morning's
presentation. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help taking work
home. Rather than leave it in the car overnight she'd sit, with one eye
on the News and the other on the proofs, pristine in their plastic
sleeves in her shiny-detailed folio. Full of love for the world and
everyone in it she inhaled the deep, fragrant summer air before opening
the front door.
Her son ran out to greet her, hugging her knees, but she sent him back
inside with an affectionate tousle of the hair and fond smile. She put
her handbag in the hall and went back to the car for her proofs. As she
opened the boot lid on the hatchback she heard an angry hum, and next
she knew there was something on her nose. She lifted her hands
reflexively to shift it and then saw, as it landed on the car, that it
was a bee. Not stopping to think she lashed into it repeatedly with the
palm of her hand then, in the slow comfort of a quick, humane, victory
realised just how malleable some vehicles' bodywork really is.
FCS
COPYRIGHT (C) 2006 F CAMERON SIPSTON
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