I've been swamped for the past two months, a complete tour of Britain, a Jet Engine Class, being promoted at work to a position I wasn't really ready for...and now a class on general aircraft airframes.....
I had to write something, it's the first time I've touched the keyboard besides to click out a quick official e-mail and type in a few URL's...this kinda flowed out tonight, it's midnight and I've got to go to sleep but I'd love to finish it...I'm not really sure where it's going, I was hoping a real conflict would arrise with Robin..maybe it will come to me in a dream.
Whatcha think?
Expatriate (A Title in Work)
A Short Story Beginning
By Canyon Shearer
22 September 2004
A Corneal fold? What was that? What it was didn’t really matter, what mattered was that Robin, an otherwise attractive girl, had an eye patch.
Everyone that knew her, knew it wouldn’t slow down the ambitious twenty-three year old one bit, but a few things had been getting to her. Over the last four days, in the office, on the underground, and at the club she had gone to on Saturday night, she had heard a lifetime of “That’s a right fine booty.”, “You can shiver my timbers.”, “Prepare to be boarded.” And other pirate based obscenities. What’s worse, they were all in the bastardized version of English spoken by those who reside on the Thames.
Sandra, the girl in the office next door had marked the four week mark on a calendar of Scotland and pinned it to Robin’s bulletin board to try to make her feel better. With a thick red marker, Robin marked day four off as she walked into work on Tuesday morning, despite the fact that day four was only beginning.
“Good morning, Robin.” smiled Sandra as she peeked her head through the door. Her soft Aberdeen accent said that she was a long ways from home.
“Good morning Sandra, how are you?” Robin smiled back, though not quite so cheerfully. Sandra was always cheery, which helped Robin’s spirits, since the view out of her fifteenth floor window was usually drab.
