23 April 2012
Lucy is awoken by the blast of a deafening ring that echoes continuously. She throws over her bed covers and prepares herself, for yet another job interview.
She leaves the house unaware that she has a ladder streaming down her stockings. Lucy fumbles for her car keys, then realises she had left them on the kitchen table. With only thirty minutes to get to her interview, she Scurries inside to retrieve her car keys.
Lucy drives incompetently like a bad- tempered Turkish taxi driver, swerving from one lane to the next, but is stalled by traffic lights that are destined to make her late. The traffic finally starts moving, and she proceeds to drive with out due care! Suddenly there's an almighty screech, then...the whine of metal crumpling and plastic cracking.
Finally she takes in a hard deep breath and sighs with relief that she is still alive, but is still shaken by the ordeal. Lucy slowly emerges from her vehicle to observe the damage, and is met by a young sophisticated stranger. His Armani suit and spicy aftershave compliment his profound features.
A crinkled up expression awaits her, which says it all; he let's out a loud roar: "Lady drivers! Why don't you watch where you are going?"
Her face droops to the ground as she stares in horror at the damage: I'm sorry! It's because I'm running late for an interview" "So you had to speed and crash into my car on the way. Yeh!" He exclaimed sarcastically. "Look! I'm very sorry. I will exchange insurance details with you". She pleaded. "Damn right you will! Now I'm going to be late for work, thanks to you!" He screams.
Lucy slowly strolls back to her car, shaking and crying uncontrollably. She sits in her car for a short while to console herself, but is determined to get to her interview.
Eventually she arrives at her destination. She creeps down the winding corridor as she paces her steps very carefully. Eventually she reaches the interview room and sits patiently in anticipation as she tries to put her earlier ordeal behind her.
Suddenly she looks down; to her horror the ladder in her stockings had grown. She squeals as she presses her hands over her embarrassed expression."Oh my gosh!! What else could go wrong?" "Miss Lucy Bishop", an affirmative voice echoes. She looks up at not only a familiar voice, but a familiar face; it is none other than the man she had crashed into earlier, but this time he had a sardonic smirk on his face. ~By MICHAELA
The Interview • Opuss № I