A short story I wrote the other day, I hope people will enjoy reading it.
“Mister Jonathan, late again I see, what can I get for you?”
He ordered some soup, mumbling about the unappreciated mentioning of his full name. While sitting at one of the tables, eating his soup, the lights behind the counter turned off. An unpleasant feeling overwhelmed him. Now there were just him and Goldie, who was sweeping the floor in the corner of the cafeteria. He quickly ate some more soup, which was hard since it was still hot, then stood up to put away his tray. Goldie wasn’t in his far away corner anymore and as he stood up, Goldie walked towards him.
“Shall I put that tray away for u, Mister Jonathan?”
“No, I can manage by myself, thank you.”
“Really, it’s no bother, just hand it over.”
Goldie was now less than a meter away, reaching out his hands. He didn’t know what to do, fear overwhelmed him, and in a response he threw the hot remaining soup at Goldie. There was a scream. The bowl fell to the ground. He took the tray and hit Goldie on his head, while screaming: “Stop calling me that! I am Johnny!” He ran to the entrance of the cafeteria. He looked back, seeing Goldie lie on the floor in the middle. He was moving, though. So at least he wasn’t dead. As he walked out, he hit the light switch next to the door. The cafeteria turned dark.
He ran through the hallway until reached the front desk near the main entrance, where he slowed his pace. Seemingly calm he walked by.
“Where to, Mister Jonathan?”, the lady asked curiously.
“I’m just going out for some fresh air, I’ll be right back.” As he answered he forced himself not to burst out in anger about calling him that name, since this was not the right time for conflicts. He walked out the front door like nothing had happened.
It was raining heavily, but he didn’t care, as long as he could get out of here. As he reached the front gate, he wondered where the guard was. His post was empty. Lucky me, he thought, he didn’t want to have to deal with that right now. But his luck was to run out soon. As he crossed the road, he heard the phone in the guard’s quarters ring. When reaching the other side of the road he looked back. The guard had just returned and was just in time to answer the phone. There was a grim look on his face. He turned his head around quickly, checking all directions as if he was looking for something. When the eyes of the two men met, the guard kept staring while continuing to talk on the phone shortly before hanging up. The noise of people running out of the building, was his cue to get going.
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