Digging around in some of my scribbles I had performed last year, I noticed something I had started work on, which I may pick up again… The idea in mind was for a sci-fi oriented story about a mysterious metallic box. I did some quick edits on it this morning, I’m still not entirely satisfied.
I present what I have so far…
The box was his find.
He wanted to show Emily his neighbour, perhaps she could shed some light on its origin and it’s inner workings.
That was one of the main reasons he wanted to show her, but another reason to show her first before anyone else was because he fancied her like mad and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that if he showed her the box she would be impressed with him, perhaps thought Desmond that somewhere in the not too distant future perhaps she would fall head over heels in love with him, or at least invite him around hers for synthetics and maybe even a complimentary shag.
Of course that was stupid, especially the shag part and he knew it, one part of him thinking why would she be interested in a guy like me and my hobbies, especially a woman like her, like Emily Sanchez.
The outgoing and vivacious neighbour at number 32, the pretty girl he was desperate to win over. The other part of him just wanting someone, anyone to find him interesting.
‘What do you want Desmond?’, she said as she opened her flat door to him.
She stood in the open doorway and he noticed she was wearing that t-shirt he’d seen her in before, the one which was a deep purple and had that white lettering on with the word FAME written on it.
It was that t-shirt several sizes too small, the one Desmond noticed that accentuated her ample breasts.
Desmond noticed that today she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the t-shirt and quickly glanced back up to meet her bored gaze.
She was wearing thick eye shadow the colour of fresh tarmac and glossy red lipstick, a pair of hatched blue skinny jeans and nothing on her feet, save for the black toe nail varnish she was sporting.
She had raised her eyebrows somewhat, fully aware that he was staring at her tits and gave out a disgruntled sigh in mild annoyance.
‘You best come in’, she said.
Emily knew the quickest way of getting rid of Desmond was to appease him somewhat, although she knew in her heart he wasn’t datable material, let alone someone she could fancy for anything else. She did however feel sorry for him, but the quicker she could talk with him, the quicker he’d go away.
She swore blind he had some kind of mental condition like mild autism, although she wasn’t quite sure quite what spectrum.
She gestured for him to come inside.
‘You’re never going to believe what I’ve found’, Desmond said excitedly as he nervously entered her flat.
The thick polymer front door slid back on its casters, into its closed position automatically, locking itself shut using various deadbolts and finishing off with a faint metal on metal sound as the magnetic locking mechanism seeled the door off from the hallway.
Muffled sounds could be heard from the hallway recyclers kicking in from inside the flat.
The security panel on the lounge wall let out a notification chime to let Emily know that the system was armed. Desmond took a spot on the leather sofa.
‘Coffee?’, Emily said.