Fate (Five minutes freewrite)

marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 6 years ago (edited)

The watch showed 9.57 and Mr. Jay Abraham Dunst was breaking into a sweat as he pulled in front of the building. He couldn't afford to be late as he was running out of options. He'd screwed more than a few job interviews with his you-need-me-more-than-I-need-you attitude and this really was a good job. The project manager was OK, but later on he was due to meet with the vice-president of the company, Mrs. Monroe who was known to be a real bitch when in a bad mood.
He didn't have time to fiddle with the park-meter so he just threw some coins at it and ran for the entrance. 'To Hell with it!'
Jake Turner was also breaking into a sweat as he arrived in front of the building. The air-conditioning wasn't working on the bus and he had been forced to listen for two straight hours to a couple of old ladies on their way to the funeral of their cousin. I swear if any of them says 'remember when' one more time, I'll kill her. Now his phone was dead too and needed to call his wife, tell her he'll have to borrow her car so she'd better not leave home to wherever she usually spent her time and his money. Of course, he didn't have a coin, who carries money around these days.

He thanked his lucky angel when he saw the coins near the park meter, picked one and went to a pay phone to call his wife. Which was just as well, as Mrs. Turner was already putting on her make-up. She knew her husband won't be back soon as his car had broken down last night on his way home from the convention. Plenty of time for a hastily arranged rendez-vous with her newest lover. She texted him she couldn't come anymore and went into the bathroom to wipe the make-up off.
Linda Monroe knew she was going to be late, but, fuck it, she had to know what her husband was up to. For the past few months he'd been mighty busy showing houses to prospective clients and barely selling any. He'd said he was going to his office today, but all that time in the shower, the new blue shirt and the texting. She drove round the corner, killed the engine and waited for her husband's car. She could always say she'd pulled over to take an important call. A few minutes later, Frank's Toyota drove by, turned left and headed straight to the real-estate agency.
Linda felt silly and also relieved, maybe she was just imagining things. When she got to her office, they were all surprised to see her in a good mood for a change. She even smiled to the sweaty guy waiting for his job interview.
Roughly at the same time, a young man called David walked by the building and saw the rest of the coins, picked them up and decided to go buy himself a coffee. As fate would have it, at the coffee-shop he met a cute girl. She had incredibly blue eyes. And gonorrhea.