“whoosh”
Macy swiped her work ID to clock out for the night.
“Bye
Macy!” Her cheerful co workers pronounced as they gave a joyful little wave.
“Bye
Susan, have a goodnight Dave” She said her goodbyes till tomorrow and headed
out the door. It was rainy and windy, but she didn’t mind, she loved the rain,
although the wind whipping her face wasn’t so fantastic, she opened up her
bright red umbrella and exited the library. As she shlumped through puddle
after puddle she passed Starbucks, which taunted her with the lingering smell
of their seasonal spiced pumpkin lattés, but she knew that if she got one she
would never sleep tonight. So she strolled on by pretending that the aroma
wasn’t taunting her. She walked past a couple sharing a kiss under their
oversized umbrella, and it took every bit of strength she had to hold back
tears.
The
last boyfriend Macy had broke her heart, he left for a business trip one day
and came home and just dumped her, with no fair warning, he just left her, and
told her it was because she had too big of dreams, ones that he couldn’t live
up to. Even though she knew that wasn’t the real reason. Later on she found out
that he had cheated on her, and just wanted to have fun and spend his nights at
the club instead of in bed with her.
“What a
bastard” she mumbled to herself as a little old lady walked by and gave her a
scowl for her foul language. So since that catastrophe three years ago she has
been happily single. At least that’s what she tries to convince herself,
although she really isn’t, she is lonely, she hates being single, but she
doesn’t see how she could ever trust again.
“Who
wants to be with a dainty little librarian anyways? Besides Meg Ryan in You’ve
Got Mail, or Hugh Grant in Notting Hill, just face it Macy, you just aren’t
lucky like Meg or Hugh.” She approached her apartment complex, B32 were the
letter and numbers that hung on her door, the only thing differing her
apartment from the other three hundred besides the rotting pumpkin next to her
welcome mat outside her door. She reached into her second hand Coco Chanel
purse she got for $30 at Goodwill four Christmas’s ago, it had a rip in the
seam and a missing embellishment on one of the pockets but she didn’t mind, it
as still from a designer! Although she never told anybody that it was second
hand, it made her seem more sophisticated and responsible if she paid full
price for it at Nordstrom.
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