She was a tall quiet woman with long curly hair. She had amazing blue eyes sparkling like the great Logan sapphire, giving her a brightly look. Too bad she had to hide them behind big frames glasses. Most of the time she was quiet, walking around from time to time, observing, making sure everything is in order. She wasn’t very close with anyone, preferring to be extremely private about her personal life. I liked her, but I always had the feeling that she doesn’t really like me or trust me. Maybe because I loved to tease her a lot. She was a big fan of tattoos. I saw a few nice tattoos on her skin which I think they complemented her personality. I couldn’t fully discover her real personality, because she wasn’t showing it at work.
– I kind of do, I said. Actually, I wanted to speak with you as well.
– Is it about Ma Petite Cherie?
– It is indeed, I replied.
– Well, this is the reason why I called you, she said and her face turned extremely serious.
I had a bad feeling, but I tried to cast out from my mind all the negative thoughts.
– Did she resign? I asked, dying to know what happened.
– No, she did not.
I looked at the expression of her face and there were no good signs. When she was anxious or bored she was playing with the pen clicking continuously the button. But when she was angry or upset her mouth closed like a heavy iron door with her lips shivering abundantly. Now was one of those moments.
– I know how much you like her, that’s why I decided you should be the first to know.
– To know what? I asked quickly.
– I am extremely sad to let you know that she is in the hospital.
– Is she okay? What happened?
– Unfortunately, she’s not okay. She is fighting for her life.
– What? This can’t be true!
– I’m terribly sorry.
– No, this can’t be true!
At this point I started to panic. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It made no sense to me. How can this be possible?
– I’m sorry, she said again. We are all extremely sorry.
– But what happened? Please tell me what happened!
She took a brief moment trying to choose the right words. Her blue eyes seemed to shrink little by little. I was already freaking out. Her calm words were penetrating my mind in a way that I couldn’t cope with. They were hitting my brain in a high speed, banging on the walls, unleashing themselves like a hurricane.
Even though she was speaking loud and clear, I was having problems following her. My mind was fading in and out, so I could only hear fractures, pieces of fragments, key words like „terrorist attack „, „chaos”, „explosion”, „stabbing”. All this time I remained silent. My questions inside me were becoming answers. My words were trapped inside my mouth, dying, drowning in spit and sorrow, in hate and disbelief for the human race. My soul was taking a huge punch in the stomach.
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
Gog Guigou 