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Bloody
fantastic.
As I stood there on the curb where my
car should have been, I closed my eyes and covered my mouth,
breathing a silent scream into it.
I heard footsteps behind
me.
“What are you doing?” It was
Jacob.
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly as I
brought my arms out expressively.
No, that wasn't fair, I knew exactly
what I was doing; I was ruining my life, one mishap at a
time.
“Where is your car?”
I couldn't turn to him.
Eventually I shrugged my shoulders . “I'm not sure.”
“What do you mean you're not
sure?”
“Oh dear,” I heard my grandmother call
out, “shouldn't you call the police?”
“Are you telling your car has been
stolen?” Jacob insisted.
I wanted to cry. And scream and shout,
and generally make a scene. I managed to hold onto my dignity
though, but only just.
“Oh, I forgot, Jacob's a policeman, how
useful. You can let him know that you left your keys in the
ignition, the door open, and walked away from your car, practically
inviting it to be stolen,” my grandmother walked up behind
me.
“Is she serious?” Jacob looked at me
pointedly.
I grit my teeth, pulling my lips
around them in the world's most nervous, fearful, crazed
smile.
“When I pulled up, I saw the branch lodged
in the roof, and I just ran to check my grandmother was okay,” I
pushed my hand into my fringe as I spoke, feeling how sweaty and
hot my brow had become.
Really? Could this day get any
worse? I felt like facing the clouds above and shouting at
them: “Enough already, I get the picture’. I was a very bad witch
who had been far too whingey and was now paying the
consequences.
“You left the keys in the ignition and the
door open,” Jacob tried to clarify.
“And my handbag on the front seat,” I
added, teeth still clenched.
“It really was an invitation for someone
to steal it, wasn't it, dear?” My grandmother patted a hand on my
back.” You should have known better.”
I really was about to pop.
“Can I just ascertain that you are
serious? Your car has been stolen?” Jacob looked from me to the
curb then back at me.
I shrugged my shoulders and
nodded . “I
got held up this morning, lost my job this afternoon, and five
minutes ago, my car got stolen,” my voice was unnaturally
singsong.
“You lost your job, oh, how unfortunate,
how are we going to pay for all the damage? Also, how am I going to
pay for my new shipment? I ordered something fantastic off the
Internet last night,” my grandmother pointed out with a
smile.
I choked. Wrong time to talk about the
weird and wonderful things she was going to have shipped from other
countries; Agent Jacob Fairweather was still standing right there
to my left.
“You realize under most insurance policies
leaving the keys in the ignition and the door open will invalidate
the terms?” he pointed out.
What a comforting thing to
say.
“Oh dear, I think we should get back in
the house before the rain starts,” Granny removed the hand from my
back and pointed up to the sky.
The clouds were still racing, but if I
were any judge, it wasn't going to start raining any time
soon.
Well I was wrong, and my grandmother
was right; she was a far more powerful witch, after all, and she
had seen her fair share of weather spells. The exact hue to the
laden grey and blue clouds in the sky, the pace of the wind, and
the general ambience of the air suggested one thing; a
downpour.
By the time we made it back to the
house, there was a clap of thunder, seconds later the rain
began.
I caught a glimpse of
Fairweather glancing out the window and up at the clouds, a
confused look on his face . “That was quick,” he said under his
breath.
“Come in and sit down, Jacob, I'm very
sorry you've been distracted. Now where were we?”
He’d been distracted? Was my car being
stolen nothing more than a simple little distraction? Was the fact
I had just lost my job nothing more than a mild
inconvenience?
I crossed my arms and frowned
fantastic.
As I stood there on the curb where my
car should have been, I closed my eyes and covered my mouth,
breathing a silent scream into it.
I heard footsteps behind
me.
“What are you doing?” It was
Jacob.
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly as I
brought my arms out expressively.
No, that wasn't fair, I knew exactly
what I was doing; I was ruining my life, one mishap at a
time.
“Where is your car?”
I couldn't turn to him.
Eventually I shrugged my shoulders . “I'm not sure.”
“What do you mean you're not
sure?”
“Oh dear,” I heard my grandmother call
out, “shouldn't you call the police?”
“Are you telling your car has been
stolen?” Jacob insisted.
I wanted to cry. And scream and shout,
and generally make a scene. I managed to hold onto my dignity
though, but only just.
“Oh, I forgot, Jacob's a policeman, how
useful. You can let him know that you left your keys in the
ignition, the door open, and walked away from your car, practically
inviting it to be stolen,” my grandmother walked up behind
me.
“Is she serious?” Jacob looked at me
pointedly.
I grit my teeth, pulling my lips
around them in the world's most nervous, fearful, crazed
smile.
“When I pulled up, I saw the branch lodged
in the roof, and I just ran to check my grandmother was okay,” I
pushed my hand into my fringe as I spoke, feeling how sweaty and
hot my brow had become.
Really? Could this day get any
worse? I felt like facing the clouds above and shouting at
them: “Enough already, I get the picture’. I was a very bad witch
who had been far too whingey and was now paying the
consequences.
“You left the keys in the ignition and the
door open,” Jacob tried to clarify.
“And my handbag on the front seat,” I
added, teeth still clenched.
“It really was an invitation for someone
to steal it, wasn't it, dear?” My grandmother patted a hand on my
back.” You should have known better.”
I really was about to pop.
“Can I just ascertain that you are
serious? Your car has been stolen?” Jacob looked from me to the
curb then back at me.
I shrugged my shoulders and
nodded . “I
got held up this morning, lost my job this afternoon, and five
minutes ago, my car got stolen,” my voice was unnaturally
singsong.
“You lost your job, oh, how unfortunate,
how are we going to pay for all the damage? Also, how am I going to
pay for my new shipment? I ordered something fantastic off the
Internet last night,” my grandmother pointed out with a
smile.
I choked. Wrong time to talk about the
weird and wonderful things she was going to have shipped from other
countries; Agent Jacob Fairweather was still standing right there
to my left.
“You realize under most insurance policies
leaving the keys in the ignition and the door open will invalidate
the terms?” he pointed out.
What a comforting thing to
say.
“Oh dear, I think we should get back in
the house before the rain starts,” Granny removed the hand from my
back and pointed up to the sky.
The clouds were still racing, but if I
were any judge, it wasn't going to start raining any time
soon.
Well I was wrong, and my grandmother
was right; she was a far more powerful witch, after all, and she
had seen her fair share of weather spells. The exact hue to the
laden grey and blue clouds in the sky, the pace of the wind, and
the general ambience of the air suggested one thing; a
downpour.
By the time we made it back to the
house, there was a clap of thunder, seconds later the rain
began.
I caught a glimpse of
Fairweather glancing out the window and up at the clouds, a
confused look on his face . “That was quick,” he said under his
breath.
“Come in and sit down, Jacob, I'm very
sorry you've been distracted. Now where were we?”
He’d been distracted? Was my car being
stolen nothing more than a simple little distraction? Was the fact
I had just lost my job nothing more than a mild
inconvenience?
I crossed my arms and frowned
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