Broken Hearts and Pastries

Broken Hearts and Pastries

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Short story #2 After "What happened Friday?"
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Short story #2 After "What happened Friday?"

Chapter1 (v.1) - Rose

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 17, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 17, 2017

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They’ve always said, in the event of a fire, stop drop and roll.

If you're the victim of a bear attack, run in zigzags.

If stung by a bee, remove the stinger.  

If bitten by a snake, suck out the poison.

If your car falls into a river, use the seat belt clip to break the window and swim out.

Smile and nod if you don’t understand.

But, I’ve never been told what to do if I get my heart gets broken. Mind you, I got stung by a bee this morning, so I was ready to take on the world. I guess I just didn’t expect things to fall out like they did.

 

I guess things could have turned out worse. They could have also turned out better. This story has happened a million times before, if not more.

Girl meets a boy, they fall in love. They spend some time together and when she expects it the least, he turns out to be a cheating bastard.

 

I was ready to move on, change names, counties, hair color! But I didn’t. Time had frozen. Nothing mattered anymore. Work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, repeat the cycle. I finally knew what a broken heart felt like. Not that I cared much to find out.

 

A couple weeks when by and I woke one day deciding that I would feel better-- Positive thoughts, right?!—and I did until I saw him again. Walking down the street, hand in hand with his “best friend”.

I could have confronted him. I decided against it.

It would have been embarrassing, so instead, I pushed opened the door of the nearest shop I could find. If anything, I could hide.

 

“Welcome! Would you like to try one of our samples?” said the women standing behind a platter of colorful pastries.

 

I was momentarily distracted from the pain of my heart splitting in two. Turning around, itchy eyes and all I looked at the women, who must have been around my age and eyed the free samples.

 

“Oh, my! You don’t need a sample,” She rapidly placed her free arm around me and guided me to a small table. “Here, sit. I’ll bring you a coffee.”

 

Before I could realize what was happening, a warm cup of coffee and a slice of cheesecake was placed in front of me.

 

“On the house!” the young women proclaimed.

 

I was caught off guard. There was no other way to put it. The young women tended to other clients as I stared at the slice of cake, little drops of water started falling onto it. A box of tissue was handed to me by another employee. She looked at me sympathetically, and I understood. Tears were flowing down my face.

 

“Penny, would you mind closing up the store?”

Within a couple of seconds, the pastry shop was locked up and the two employees were sitting in front of me.

They introduced themselves as Nina (the owner) and Penny (the part-timer).

We talked about everything and anything that didn’t have anything to do as to why I was crying. I was grateful. It wasn’t every day that you met strangers who were willing to help you out for nothing in return.

A rattling door broke the flow of our conversation. A tall handsome man walked in the shop. He stopped and eyed.

“Are you kidding me, Nina! You invited another fairy in our house.”

“Well actually, she walked in here.” Nina Smiled.

"Fairy!" I managed to say as I coughed up my coffee. Which, effectively knocked down the cup all over myself.

"Great! All over again!" The man exclaimed as he left the room, exhausted

 

 

 


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