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Authors: Marissa Farrar, Kate Richards, Marian Tee, Lynn Red, Dominique Eastwick, Becca Vincenza, Ever Coming, Lila Felix, Dara Fraser, Skye Jones, Lisbeth Frost
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From her bedroom she could see the front door, and as the sun streamed through the blinds behind, her highlighting her completely naked body, she heard someone knock at the front door. She strained to see who it could be; after all, it was half-past seven at the latest, so who the hell would be at her front door?
Sheena bent over at the waist, trying to see if she could divine who it was, but then a second later there wasn’t any point. “Sheena?” the person—a man with a raspy, older voice—banged again. “You in there? It’s almost noon and I need to take lunch!”
“Son of a god damn bitch,” Sheena swore. “I really could’ve used that breakfast.”
~~*~~
“Yes sir, I can help you with that,” Sheena said into the telephone as she twirled her pen around her fingers. The way the Bic moved was the same way an overqualified street magician who couldn’t get a job twirled a coin back and forth, up and down his knuckles. She watched the blue pen cap, which was only partly chewed up, as it went back and forth one last time. “Yes sir, we do whatever you want.”
The man on the other end of the line rattled something off at her which she hardly understood. In fact, most of the call had been barely audible. But she wasn’t about to try and clarify things. If this was like most of her other orders, she’d just pretend to pay attention, then make some random t-shirt, and the person would be so excited about having their kid’s picture on their chest, or a snapshot of their mangy cat on their armpit, that they wouldn’t say anything. Something about this order struck her funny though.
“And you can really make that?” the guy asked. “I mean, I’ve called four other places and they told me to take a hike.”
“Yeah I’ll make anything,” Sheena said. That was the first time she noticed that the guy had a pretty nice, gravelly, growly, sort of voice. She wasn’t the sort to get all excited over, well, over much of anything really, but for some reason this got her to pause. “Wait, what was it you asked for?” She pretended to shuffle some papers. “I think I must’ve gotten your order mixed up with another one.”
“Really?” he laughed. “In the last four minutes of me and you talking about the sexy t-shirt I want made, you got my order mixed up with someone else’s? You must be really busy.”
Unbelievably, the growl in the guy’s voice struck her again and took a hold of her deep in the pit of her stomach, and maybe a little lower, too. Something about the way his voice rumbled in her ears was just too much for her to take. “Yeah,” she said, very obviously distracted, though she’d never admit by what. “Yeah, people keep coming, uh, coming in and out. And I can’t really keep my brain on one thing very well. So, what was it you wanted?” Sheena, trying with all her might to keep both her nerves and her not-safe-for-work desires in check, took a long, hard sip from her coffee.
“A t-shirt with a picture of a she-wolf peeing in the bushes.”
Never in the world has the word ‘spray’ been more appropriate. With a three-second fountain that would have made both Buster Keaton, and Charlie Chaplin proud, she launched everything she’d taken into her mouth.
“I really hope I made you spit out whatever you were drinking,” Mr. Growly said. “Because I’ve been waiting for years to use that joke. You remember the old Saturday Night Live skit, right? With Patrick Stewart?”
Sheena had to take a second to get her breath back, and also to wipe the screen of her computer free of skinny vanilla latte. It took some doing, but she managed. After about eight seconds of wiping, she realized she’d been laughing the whole time, horrifyingly, right out loud, and right into the phone.
“Did you just go crazy?” he asked. “I mean, I know I’m witty and charming, but I don’t think I’ve ever driven anyone insane. Well, except for one of my ex-girlfriends, but
Sheena bent over at the waist, trying to see if she could divine who it was, but then a second later there wasn’t any point. “Sheena?” the person—a man with a raspy, older voice—banged again. “You in there? It’s almost noon and I need to take lunch!”
“Son of a god damn bitch,” Sheena swore. “I really could’ve used that breakfast.”
~~*~~
“Yes sir, I can help you with that,” Sheena said into the telephone as she twirled her pen around her fingers. The way the Bic moved was the same way an overqualified street magician who couldn’t get a job twirled a coin back and forth, up and down his knuckles. She watched the blue pen cap, which was only partly chewed up, as it went back and forth one last time. “Yes sir, we do whatever you want.”
The man on the other end of the line rattled something off at her which she hardly understood. In fact, most of the call had been barely audible. But she wasn’t about to try and clarify things. If this was like most of her other orders, she’d just pretend to pay attention, then make some random t-shirt, and the person would be so excited about having their kid’s picture on their chest, or a snapshot of their mangy cat on their armpit, that they wouldn’t say anything. Something about this order struck her funny though.
“And you can really make that?” the guy asked. “I mean, I’ve called four other places and they told me to take a hike.”
“Yeah I’ll make anything,” Sheena said. That was the first time she noticed that the guy had a pretty nice, gravelly, growly, sort of voice. She wasn’t the sort to get all excited over, well, over much of anything really, but for some reason this got her to pause. “Wait, what was it you asked for?” She pretended to shuffle some papers. “I think I must’ve gotten your order mixed up with another one.”
“Really?” he laughed. “In the last four minutes of me and you talking about the sexy t-shirt I want made, you got my order mixed up with someone else’s? You must be really busy.”
Unbelievably, the growl in the guy’s voice struck her again and took a hold of her deep in the pit of her stomach, and maybe a little lower, too. Something about the way his voice rumbled in her ears was just too much for her to take. “Yeah,” she said, very obviously distracted, though she’d never admit by what. “Yeah, people keep coming, uh, coming in and out. And I can’t really keep my brain on one thing very well. So, what was it you wanted?” Sheena, trying with all her might to keep both her nerves and her not-safe-for-work desires in check, took a long, hard sip from her coffee.
“A t-shirt with a picture of a she-wolf peeing in the bushes.”
Never in the world has the word ‘spray’ been more appropriate. With a three-second fountain that would have made both Buster Keaton, and Charlie Chaplin proud, she launched everything she’d taken into her mouth.
“I really hope I made you spit out whatever you were drinking,” Mr. Growly said. “Because I’ve been waiting for years to use that joke. You remember the old Saturday Night Live skit, right? With Patrick Stewart?”
Sheena had to take a second to get her breath back, and also to wipe the screen of her computer free of skinny vanilla latte. It took some doing, but she managed. After about eight seconds of wiping, she realized she’d been laughing the whole time, horrifyingly, right out loud, and right into the phone.
“Did you just go crazy?” he asked. “I mean, I know I’m witty and charming, but I don’t think I’ve ever driven anyone insane. Well, except for one of my ex-girlfriends, but
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