shari woke up.
it was the first day of the rest of her life.
she was going to begin the twentieth job interview of her life.
but this was the big one.
the job she had been dreaming of all her life,
and studying and preparing for all her life.
and she was going to win - she was going to get the job.
the job of romance novel writer.
but first she had to get up and take a shower and get dressed and make herself look nice and have a cup of decaf and a cup of low fat cherry yogurt and get out on the street to get to the personnel office of the woolly mammoth maxmedia corporation.
shari lived in apartment 4-b.
larry payne lived in 4-a, kari wade was in 4-c, and harry slade in 4-d.
shari tried to avoid all three of them.
larry was a cipher, harry was a creep , and kari was a modern woman just like shari, but one day shari was in the elevator with kari and kari noticed that shari was carrying a copy of “every flower is a flame” by her, shari’s, favorite writer, daria desmond, and kari laughed and said, only emotional neanderthals read that slop, so after that shari avoided her just like she avoided larry and harry
out on the street, it was cooler than shari had expected, but she did not want to go back and get a heavier sweater and risk being late for the interview that would change her life.
the street was not as filled with creepy men as it often was, so that was good.
and then she saw him.
maybe.
shari had ben seeing this one guy on the street over and over for weeks or months.
she thought.
he was so completely ordinary looking that “he” might actually have been different people.
in her months of being out of a job, shari had no schedule for going outside, so it could not be that he just happened to be on the street going somewhere at the same time she was every day.
he never spoke to her or tried to make eye contact and was more often than not on the other side of the street.
shari thought of him as mister anybody.
she wished he would just disappear. < /font>
to be continued
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