The elevator light blinked green as it rose up the wall like an intruding vine. Lana had one heel on the swivel chair and one stuck to the carpet on the floor.
“Shit, shit, shit, she’s coming.”
Lana yanked the USB from the computer’s portal and ducked down behind a water cooler faster than Deadpool in a speed test at the killing Olympics. She always thought these things were a good idea, saved on buying plastic bottles, and now, they were being environmentally friendly to Lana by saving her life. She almost laughed out loud at the thought but the automatic door to Crystal Fennel’s office opened and Crystal Fennel’s cheap shoes clunked in.
“I know you’re in here. Show yourself and I can assure you, there will be no ‘incident’ to cover up.”
What is worse than the cheap shoes? Cheap talk, Lana thought. She had expected this line. Crystal Fennel had a lot to censor and so this warning was a tactic only Lana knew about.
Crystal Fennel retrieved a gun from underneath her bra.
Lana didn’t expect this. Crystal F for Fuckstick knows I’m here. Shite! How could I forget to replace the USB with the replicate?
Lana didn’t think her joke was funny now as her body quivered behind the water cooler. She focused on how to not end up as one of Crystal Fennel’s covered up, scandalous murders. Lana knew more to Crystal’s known efforts in bribing politicians. After all, she had grown up with her. Spending time in the womb together meant that a certain instinctive sixth sense took control at times when they were in each other’s presence. Lucky for Lana, she had the upper hand.
Lana appeared from behind the water-cooler. Her sister’s face hardened at the sight of her.
“You!”
“Hey sis, what’s up?”
“You should have died a long time ago. Like last time I shot you?” Crystal steadied the gun.
“Still got the scar. I would show you but…”
“But what? You’re about to throw that USB back on my desk and walk out alive? I don’t think so.”
“Okay, fine, put the gun down and let me just give you the USB back.” Lana dangled the lanyard cradling the USB in front of Crystal’s face as she lowered the pistol. “Let me just tell you some last dying words so you can be creative when you write the print up. Look into my eyes, you are getting very sleepy.”
The USB swayed like a pendulum with Crystal’s eyes following left and right.
“Discombobulated.”
On the word ‘discombobulated’, Crystal Fennel’s body froze and her head dropped to her chest.
“We never did finish that game of ‘hypnotise’ when we were kids, did we sis?”
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Thanks for the follow *, as the reason I write is to share.
* (Though my family and close friends say it would be far more entertaining with a video-camera # in “real life”, rather than in cyberspace!)
# By the way, do they still make them in today’s ever-faster changing world..or is it all done with mobile phones?
(get with the times now,”luddite”* c – it should be a smart phone)
* or so I was often called by my “my techno-geek” friend, Bill (“the gonk”)
“total non-techno” c (who doesn’t possess a mobile phone, after a rather eventful’ experience some years back, whilst trying to walk, talk and chew gum at the same time)
Who says men can’t multi-task!
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craig
“You will do foolish things…but do them with enthusiasm.”
– Colette
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Best wishes from the First City to see the sun (in summer) …and we’re also the first to see the sunset and the stars (in winter-time)
“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”
https://craigsquotes.wordpress.com/2015/12/19/i-will-love-the-light-for-it-shows-me-the-way-yet-i-will-endure-the-darkness-because-it-shows-me-the-stars/
from a Google search (“my filing system”- thanks for rescuing me from “sheer utter chaos”, Big G!
* (and by that I’m referring to both God and Google, but probably far more the first)
https://www.google.co.nz/search?q=i+will+love+the+light+og+mandino+craig+lock&rlz=1C1CHBD_enNZ767NZ767&oq=i+will+love+the+light+og+mandino+craig+lock&aqs=chrome..69i57j69i64l3.28212j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Entertaining story, Thanks for sharing.
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Discombobulated -of course excellently frames your story… retrieved a gun from underneath her bra, who would have thought. Creative indeed… Chapeau!
Loved your story…
PS: discombobulated, a favourite all encompassing word of mine, that has dimensional size and meaning, as well as music and substance.
If you like, here is a sample of my appreciation of the word.
“ Discombobulation ”
~ a matter of cause ~
One oughtn’t confuse
Feeling a transfiguration,
With a discombobulation
As both be matter of cause,
Able to upset composure
In propensity’s disclosure,
For a world near aground
With opts of bane faux pas,
As tactfully said expresses
Man’s ability to confound,
With a recklessly fatal mess,
Thus assuredly we’re bound
Too soon to necropolis ground!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
December 7, 2014
I couldn’t have summed up my love for this word any better than the way you have sung it’s song! Thank you for sharing Jean-Jacques 🙂