One key that Al set out for her to lock up this morning. It was the key that opened and locked the backdoor to his apartment in Chicago over forty minutes north from downtown. After Al left with one instruction for a key Shay could feel her stomach knot up. She lit up a broken cigarette that was broken at the filter about .2 milimeters from three drags.
Usually she would tear the small piece off and put the larger piece into the remaining paper at the filter. Shays eye sight began to grow fuzzier as she took a seat from weakness of mind. She began to grow light headed and dizzy too shaky to think of where she moved the key that he set by itself on the counter. If only he had just put it on a keyring or put a post it under the key this wouldn't be happening again.
After all the trouble day after day Shay had with keys, why she thought distraughtly couldn't she solve just one thing, caring for her keys and those of others. No wonder she lost her key making job at Sears she grunted to herself. Shays temples were pulsing and her sight was getting worse more and more unfocused as the clock kept moving. Anchored to an apartment that she wasn't used to a new start for the better her old patterns kept on her as weeds suffocating roses after too much rain.
"Dear God!" Shay shouted.
No one could hear her. If the anyone could outside hopefully they would learn a lesson not to get to the point of shouting to themselves she thought. One black coated key that belonged to the last apartment owner misplaced and unseen. Shays big dark green eyes grew more and more angry as she had no one else to blame but herself since she didn't lose them at home where she would utterly pretend her parents hid them.
She called Al at work the last person she would want to call and after ten minutes of shear panic and self control at its worst he called back to tell her they are on the dresser. She knew that if she could retrace her steps possibly backtracking would help her find her key. Shay was relieved that her anger subsided and she didn't want to throw anything and tear up the place as she told herself she wasn't in control.
Everyday it was a different obstacle course just to find her keys or someone elses right before her big beautiful eyes underneath shiny black hair. The keys were always underneath her big pudgey Spanish nose as her nostrils flare became still. Today no tears fell and although later that day she may be constepated from the bowling ball of stress in her stomach from feelings of panic or dismay she knew after she found the key right where she moved it herself that she believed the lord removed her from insanity a year ago with sobriety and beautiful Shay found Als key to his backdoor. Tomorrow Shay thought was another day and that todays troubles were enough to think about.
The End
By KREYNA
Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The V
There is a time and place for everything. The roadway leading to the banquet hall only a mile from the house I grew up in was paved with success. First I'd put gas in my tank and straighten out my clip on bow tie staying calm to stay cool in the hot summer afternoons. Sweat kept my cold water glass full while the kitchen at work scurried to prep food and drinks for hundreds of wedding attenders.
A little eye liner and a pony tail to tidy up the appearance of a dozen or more. My radio was full of fast paste ignore everything and get to work music. One hand was on the steering wheel and the other one on a book of affirmations. I felt awful. Far from the comforts and routines of my life I focused on learning to learn how to : how to and there was hours on end of afterwork homework on programs and conference calls for work community groups world wide that I spent until I had no life at all.
A little eye liner and a pony tail to tidy up the appearance of a dozen or more. My radio was full of fast paste ignore everything and get to work music. One hand was on the steering wheel and the other one on a book of affirmations. I felt awful. Far from the comforts and routines of my life I focused on learning to learn how to : how to and there was hours on end of afterwork homework on programs and conference calls for work community groups world wide that I spent until I had no life at all.
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