January 18 2014

Writing Attempt: Continuation of my Second Person Story

 

Olivia is pissed. You’re not sure why – you truly don’t care – but you can see it from approx. 72.47ft away. You check each bodily signpost top down.

1)    Head Jutted forward

2)    Top tip of shoulder blades a touch

3)    Right palm pressed firmly into her lower back – the Halfkimbo

And the biggest of all

4)    The right foot moving back and forth like a volatile seesaw – ready to move forward, ready to flee ready to fight.

 

You look down at your own foot (whose own issue still evades you) and move your last three toes clockwise inside your shoe – or at least you think you do.

Olivia slams her mouse on the desk and launches herself forward. You scurry backwards as quickly as your body allows in order to avoid the coming rampage but it’s immediately too late.

On the floor, you seriously wonder how it was possible for Olivia not to see you at all. Naturally she isn’t apologizing for her gaff and unprofessional behavior. Instead she is standing over you moaning about your inability to sense that she was going to be taking a trajectory that could collide with yours which lead to an obviously stale observation that she has had about the fact that you “in general” are an oblivious person who cannot keep their head out of their own ass and do what needs to be done.

You wonder if she is right.

 

-more tomorrow

Classy B