It's day 1! Hope you all enjoy my original story for my 7 day challenge!
One Cubicle to Another Cubicle
Emma Greere
Pink, purple, yellow, blue… they didn’t change did they?
They were pinned there, simply there to take notes on. Doomed to a life of
sticking to a wall. She thought too deeply about things. Way too deeply. She
got up from her black wheely chair pulling her light blue cardigan around her,
a frown on her face. It hadn’t been the best day for her. Rain, splashed by a
large puddle caused by the rain, cat decided to run outside and get wet and
smelly, just didn’t seem like her kind of day. She took a sip of her coffee.
Burnt. Her lips were in a thin line, she was so close to cracking. She could
feel her eyes starting to water.
She poured the burnt tasting coffee down the drain and slowly walked back to her tiny cubicle. Pink, purple, yellow, blue… not changing. Same notes. She rearanged her pencil case and reaches down to turn her computer on, when she gets back up she notices a little yellow lines sticky note on her screen. She had multiple sticky notes sticking on the frame of her computer screen, but this was in the very center. She put on her black wire framed glasses and looked closely at the note, Bad day?, She wheeled herself back a little to see out the entrance of her cubicle, everyone was going about their business. Who would give her this? She stood up and looked about the office quickly, every employee was hunched over their computers going about their business.
She plucked the small sticky note off her computer screen and stuck it into her desk drawer. Pulling a sticky note from her wall she wrote out an answer, Yes, it’s been a bad day for me. She stuck it to her screen and took out some files from her desk and walked out of her cubicle.
She poured the burnt tasting coffee down the drain and slowly walked back to her tiny cubicle. Pink, purple, yellow, blue… not changing. Same notes. She rearanged her pencil case and reaches down to turn her computer on, when she gets back up she notices a little yellow lines sticky note on her screen. She had multiple sticky notes sticking on the frame of her computer screen, but this was in the very center. She put on her black wire framed glasses and looked closely at the note, Bad day?, She wheeled herself back a little to see out the entrance of her cubicle, everyone was going about their business. Who would give her this? She stood up and looked about the office quickly, every employee was hunched over their computers going about their business.
She plucked the small sticky note off her computer screen and stuck it into her desk drawer. Pulling a sticky note from her wall she wrote out an answer, Yes, it’s been a bad day for me. She stuck it to her screen and took out some files from her desk and walked out of her cubicle.
He saw her stand up from her cubicle. She was having a bad
day. She looked miserable. He was making his way past her cubicle when he saw a
different color note on her screen. He took a quick peak… Yes, it’s been a
bad day for me. He dodged into the small square cubicle and took her response
from the computer screen.
It had taken her an hour before she came back to her
cubicle. The weather had cleared up slightly. It wasn’t as muggy as it was earlier.
There it was again. Another stupid note. :( - Marcus (Thought you should know my name). She looked at the cubicle opposite her’s. Marcus sat in that one… they had never spoken before. He had just started working here a month ago.
Her forehead landed on the desk. Should she respond? She took another pink sticky note off her wall and started writing.
There it was again. Another stupid note. :( - Marcus (Thought you should know my name). She looked at the cubicle opposite her’s. Marcus sat in that one… they had never spoken before. He had just started working here a month ago.
Her forehead landed on the desk. Should she respond? She took another pink sticky note off her wall and started writing.
He hadn’t been meaning to start an actual conversation with
her, but she walked over to him and handed him a sticky note then walked away.
Pleasant of her. Nice notes you’ve been giving. I would tell you something
in person, but I don’t like people. He coughed, she seems like a pleasant
enough person. He takes down another sticky note, Thank you, I worked very
hard on them. May I know your name?
He came to her desk, patting her on the shoulder and handed
her the note. She smirked and after writing her response handed it back to him.
Lilly. He smiled and wrote his response on one of her sticky notes.
Lilly?
Lilly. Don’t think that I’ll be giving you my last name.
For all I know you’re some weirdo.
He chuckled. She smiled.
I promise I’m not a weirdo.
Weirdos don’t know they’re weirdos.
Touche.
They looked each other, both smiling. Finally he spoke, “Can
we just stop with the sticky notes now? I’m standing right here and I’ve gained
a writer’s cramp.” She finally laughed and turned her chair around to face her
computer. But he gave him a sticky note in response, No, I like the sticky
notes. It’s cute. His eyebrows rose, she was a strange individual. He
stared at her for a few seconds wondering if she’ll say anything. Nothing.
He writes again, Fine, I’ll stay in touch. And leaves her cubicle.
He writes again, Fine, I’ll stay in touch. And leaves her cubicle.
She doesn’t read it until the end of the day. She smiles.
Marcus is still at his desk, packing up for the day. She leaves a note behind
and waves goodbye.
Talk to you later Marcus.
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