It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it wasn’t but that’s how she’d remember it. It should have been, given what happened. She’d been angry all day. You know how it is. You get up and something small goes wrong; maybe you spill some milk or burn your hand on the kettle. Nothing to write home about but, then, something else goes wrong and, soon, a whole cascade of things seem to say that the Universe hates you. You miss the bus, you’re late for work. It rains and you have no umbrella. You arrive at your desk to find the ‘boss’ has called for the first time in weeks and now thinks you’re always late.
So, what do you do? Try to explain? No-one listens so your mood slowly darkens. You try to shake it off but then something else that would seem trivial on a ‘normal’ day serves to push you over the edge. You lose it.
Luckily, you’ve managed to make it to the bathroom before issuing a blood-curdling scream.
ARGHHHHH!
Suzy from Accounts peers fearfully from one of the stalls.
‘Oh, hi, Suzy’, you say feebly.’ ‘Didn’t see you there.’
Suzy just nods, makes an unconvincing attempt to wash her hands before scurrying out the door, eager to put distance between herself and the madwoman from level 5.
‘She didn’t even ask if I was okay’, you mutter as you assess your reflection in the mirror. Later, as you hold the blood-soaked knife, and see another reflection in another mirror, you think back to that moment and wonder what would have happened if she’d only smiled and said something encouraging. Everything might have turned out differently.
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