Opening the Door to my Heart

Candy Spilman By Candy Spilman, 6th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/41nsvt8_/
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Short story describing a few of the doors that were opened during the course of the narrator's day. The welcome at the last door makes the day worthwile.

Opening doors

“I’ve got to get a different job!” I muttered to myself as I opened my locker to retrieve my purse and lunch bag.

Whoever thought that answering phones at a reservation center could be so trying? Non-stop calls from people who didn’t want to make reservations as much as they wanted to complain about something. Then days like today, when a corporate representative came to enlighten us with brilliant strategies created by people in suits who did not understand that no, every call cannot be completed in three minutes, and every problem cannot be resolved by quoting their canned speeches. Seriously, I was about ready to return to the backbreaking career of waiting tables.

As I walked across the parking lot, I clicked the remote on the key chain to unlock my car. Dang it! I had forgotten that the battery in the device died two days ago. Using the black-topped key, I opened the driver’s door. The interior of the vehicle was stifling, but for a few brief seconds, I sat in it and let the heat from the seat back help relax my tense muscles.

What I needed was an ice cold fountain Pepsi. Especially after the new (initiated by corporate execs, of course.) ban on employees having any type of food or drink in the cubicles. I drove a few blocks and pulled into a convenience store parking lot. As I prepared to enter the store, a man a few steps ahead of me glanced my way. Expecting that he would hold the door open, I smiled at him, but as he entered the store, he let it close right in my face.

With a sigh, I let myself in, and walked over to the fountain. I grabbed a 32 ounce cup, filled it with ice and set it under the Pepsi dispenser. Nothing but fizz. Really? I glanced at the counter, where a lone employee was waiting on a line of customers. It didn’t look like there would be a syrup refill any time soon. After a quick debate with myself, I settled on a bottle of Pepsi and returned to my car to complete my trip.

Ah, home sweet home. I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. Across the asphalt, then up a short sidewalk to my building. Two steps, then through a door into the foyer. I stopped to check my mail. All bills. I began to climb stairs to my place on the third floor. By the time I got to the top, I was out of breath.

I unlocked my door, knowing that the love of my life waited for me inside. Sure enough, I had no sooner stepped through the door before I was tackled. I fell on the floor with my arms around him, laughing. His soft brown eyes melted my heart with pure love, and his black face was the most beautiful sight I had seen that day. As my dog nuzzled me, the cares of the day fell away and I knew I was loved. I was home.

Tags

Bad Day, Dogs, Doors, Flash Fiction, Love

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author avatar Candy Spilman
Former journalist turned freelancer. I'm a mom and grandma and love to write about family or Christian topics.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
6th Dec 2014 (#)

Good story that held my interest.

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author avatar Candy Spilman
8th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you

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