The noise from the nightclub across the street was drowned out by the din from the crowd around them, the hard wood floor amplifying the clacking of heels and the scraping of stools. He sipped a wheat beer, the hints of banana waking up his taste buds after the fight earlier that evening.
Arrogant and drunk, he still managed to hit Joey in the mouth before being beaten. Joey was proud of his ability to defend Lauren.
Lauren had just finished ordering when the police officers came in the door, quickly spotting them. Just as the waffles where arriving, they were gone.
They found a seat and dug in. The chocolate-covered waffles where far too tempting to leave any longer.
The ice cream parlour up the road offered the perfect follow-up to chocolate waffles; Feijoa sorbet. It was Laurens favourite.
Slowly making their way to the car, taking the scenic route along the waterfront, they eventually made it home.
The cool wind was refreshing on this particular Friday afternoon. It was refreshing, in stark contrast to the days earlier events.
Joey had arrived at work that morning at 9:45, ready for the 10 o’clock shift. The office was a fairly spartan, modern office on the twenty-third floor of the second tallest building in town. The shift passed uneventfully, when suddenly it happened. Just as Joey had started to pack his things, the building started to shake.
“The guys upstairs must be having one hell of a party!” Joey exclaimed to no-one in particular.
“Earthquake!” Lenny yelled. “Everyone under their desks!” This was the first time Joey had appreciated Lennys ability to yell. Yelling was an ability that Lenny, as a supervisor, had put to use before, but usually for worse purposes than this.
The shaking was going on for what seemed like an age. Many minutes later, the shaking stopped, ending what was a unique and scary experience for those on the twenty-third floor.
After evacuating the building, waiting around outside for the all-clear, getting a coffee from Starbucks, waiting in town for a bus home and finally getting home, Joey decided to have a quite night in.
Note: this is a short story I wrote for a competition in a group within the Art of Manliness community. I hope you like it. I’m open to constructive criticism, just leave a comment below or send me an email. Continue reading
Note: this is a short story I came across in one of the groups within the community of the Art of Manliness blog. I think it’s a very interesting short story, so I thought I’d share it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find who wrote this. Continue reading