Short story fiction written for a creative writing prompt: Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell…
Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell rang.
It had been a horrible day for Emma! Her alarm didn’t go off. She awoke from a nightmare and realized she would be late for work. She hurried to get ready and raced to her job.
Upon arriving she quickly sat down at her desk, turned on the computer, put her headset on and began transcribing medical records that were awaiting her attention. The nightmare about men in black lingered in her thoughts.
About thirty minutes later she began to feel hungry, realizing she didn’t eat breakfast nor did she pack a lunch. Although she rarely went out for lunch, she looked forward to going out today.
She worked steady until she noticed some of her co-workers leaving the building for lunch as others retreated to the break room.
As she paused her transcribing to go to lunch, her boss rang her desk and called her into his office. He was extremely irate. He told Emma she would lose her job if it ever happened again. She felt worried when he mentioned firing her.
By the time her boss was finished with his tirade, she only had a few minutes for lunch. Luckily, there was a fast food restaurant nearby. She quickly jumped into her car, grabbed lunch, and ate it on the way back to the office. The nightmare entered her thoughts again as she ate her last bite of the chicken sandwich.
Working as fast as she could and still catching up, she didn’t realize it was time to go home, her work day had ended.
In her car and on her way home, she had a flat. After pulling over on the side of the road and not knowing how to change a tire, Emma looked in her purse for her phone but couldn’t find it to call roadside service. She’d left in such a hurry that morning that she’d forgotten to grab her phone.
Exiting her car, she walked to a nearby gas station and asked to use their phone. The cashier at the counter rudely told her NO! Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to leave the building. There was nothing else nearby, so she walked back to her car. The nightmare entered her mind yet again.
As she stood by the side of the road, another car pulled in behind her. She was relieved as she felt help had arrived. The two occupants of the car turned out to be teenage boys who just wanted to harass her. They were joking and laughing at her and offered no help.
A truck drove by just as the boys were trying to hug and kiss her. The driver of the truck turned around and parked in front of her car. The driver, a man old enough to be her grandfather, got out of his truck and walked toward the trio. Once the boys saw the man and the pistol on his hip, they ran to their car and sped away.
Emma was so glad to see the man. He quickly changed the tire and she gratefully thanked him. Before he drove away, he urged her to learn how to change a tire and to carry a pistol.
Tired and hungry, Emma finally arrived home. She was met at the door by her little dog. She then realized she hadn’t fed him that morning before she left for work in such a hurry. As those thoughts ran through her mind, the dog slipped by her and ran out the door. She ran after him as he ran around to the backyard and disappeared into the woods.
After chasing him into the woods and calling his name, it began to turn dark. Nightfall was upon them. The nightmare entered her mind again as she ran into the house for a flashlight to find its batteries dead. Looking for fresh batteries, she found none.
She went back outside, using the dim light of her cell phone. Calling the dog’s name, she realized her beloved pet wasn’t going to respond to her. She started crying for her little pet.
Sitting on her back porch thinking nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell rang. Emma ran into the house from the back door.
Before opening the front door, she looked through the peephole. Outside stood 3 men in black suits and fedoras. Emma didn’t know it then but her long day of troubles were about to go from bad to worse.
Note: This short story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, events, and places are all coincidental.