Sometimes people remembered that fat girl from the Healthy Diet magazine few years back, they saw me before and after. They knew how much effort needed to get where I am. It’s the appreciation of my effort not the fame that I prefer.
“The morning Sun glows behind you like halo of a Saint.”
That’s how I remember you. Back then every morning I looked forwards to be on the same ferry with you. I pretended to look past and beyond in your direction. Sometimes I willed you to smile while you were looking my way. That beautiful smile stayed with me all day, it helped me get through my day. Your bright blue eyes were bluer than the sky in Devon. When the evening came, my anticipation grew, I longed to see you, sometimes you were not there. I looked around, hope that you would come. I waited for you happily. We could talk about your day in the ferry, half an hour in our local pub just you and me, then home. You reminded me of home because that much comfort I got looking at you. I could see you and me walking along the meadow at sunset going home, our home wherever you wanted to be.
“Good morning.” You held out your hand to help me get in the ferry.
“Good morning. Thank you,” I replied with a timid smile.
You told me your name and we exchanged our phone numbers. I knew then that we would celebrate our new beginning in Paris Well Paris was good for our honeymoon because it’s very romantic. We could have anniversary there too and ooh ………how I loved French gateaux so sweet so creamy with truffle or chocolate. I just loved them all. I was about to try a mouth full of creamy French gateaux when I heard someone said,
“Look at that fat girl she must be dreaming of cake, her mouth is dripping.”
People can be so cruel! He just spoiled my lovely French gateaux.
That was when I had a job so boring, people left mostly within a month. I was munching through the day and dreamt my way out of Narnia. Telesales is a job between jobs but for me it was the only job I ever had. You bear it until you find something else or until it breaks you. Some people are kind and patient enough to put up with the meaningless talk but many just put the phones down. Plenty of people swore bitterly into my ears. I wonder how many people are lucky enough to have a job that they really enjoy.
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