The Writers Studio - Level 2, Assignment #5 June 16, 2008
Preamble: 1st person, judgmental/opinionated narrator. Engaging and revealing. Making a big story out of something small. Have fun. Tone: conversational, close. Mood:
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The 16th floor rose towards me like clockwork. If I start on 20th then work my way down I reach her by 11:30am. Its ironic to have to descend to see an angel. Yet there she was. Sandwiched between a middle manager cheating on his wife and a bank of unhappy telemarketers.
Just before lunch is the surest time to be in one’s office. And she frequently lunches at her desk to boot. Last week I had the fortune of seeing her receive flowers. She must be a week into a new relationship. But from the expression on her face I doubt it will last. Besides that, I could already tell he didn’t deserve her. His flowers wilted in a week’s time! If you care about someone, especially someone like this, you can’t cheap on the flowers. Me, I know where to go. From my great height I can see several flower shops. I see them taking delivery each morning. All from the same truck. But one shop is always that truck’s first visit. That is the shop I would go to for someone like this. And spare no expense.
And that choice of flowers. Very pedestrian. She is a woman of creativity as well as intelligence. That messy desk says it all. She probably likes really cool music too. The kind that you hear about through a plugged in friend and not the radio. By the time they hit the air they are onto their second or third album and its downhill at that point.
She is very successful at her job having moved into a corner office last month. That was good for both of us. Now I get to see her at 11:30 and 2:15p. But she never sees me. Nobody does. Yet I still prefer this side of the glass.
