Someday. Short Story.

Terry looked at himself in the mirror, turning his head this way and that. When had he gotten so old? All these new wrinkles and blemishes seemed to have sprung up over night. He ran his hand carefully through his hair, at least he wasn’t going grey yet, that was a plus. Though at the rate he was going it probably wouldn’t be long anyway. He sprayed some cologne on himself and smiled at the mirror, he tilted his head side to side, looking at the way his cheeks bunched up, at all those tiny little lines. He let his face fall to its resting position. He used to be catnip to women, now it was hard to even get a number, never mind a date. Of course he knew it was because he just wasn’t rich enough for them, after all he was attractive enough and in pretty good shape all things considered.

In his bedroom Terry dressed in a suit and again looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good, if he said so himself. He smiled at himself again, making sure it felt good, felt real. He grabbed his phone and wallet and went into the kitchen, there he had a cup of coffee before leaving.

He stood at the bus stop, looking at his phone. Terry hated getting the bus, always had, but a car was out of the question, especially around these parts. Too expensive to run and too expensive to buy a decent looking one. Anything he could afford looked awful, something he’d be too embarrassed to be seen in anyway. At least with the bus he could claim he was doing it for environmental reasons, that always made him sound good. When the bus came he crammed on with everyone else, having to endure the feeling of them against him. He snagged a seat this time, though some fat woman sat down next to him, her flab pressing against him. He tried not to shudder as the heat built up. He breathed slowly, in and out, he would be there soon.

When he stop came he got up quickly and shoved his way out of the seat, not waiting for the woman to move. If she wasn’t so fat he’d have been able to get out easily, but the bitch had obviously given up at some point and just decided to start stuffing her gob. Outside the bus he brushed down his suit, he could still feel her sweaty weight against him, he shuddered. Terry let out a slow breath, comforting himself with the thought that at least it wasn’t some crazy homeless person.

Terry got to the office a few minutes late, though that wasn’t all that unusual. He swiped in and made his way to his desk, though at this stage in his life he knew he should already be in an office, preferably a big one with lots of natural light. He sat down and logged himself in.

Terry looked at the clock again, it was almost lunch time and he’d gotten barely anything done. It wasn’t his fault, it was that woman on the bus, because of her he was having an off day. There had been a few already this week, but he wasn’t worried, he was good at that kind of stuff, he’d just redirect the stupid manager somewhere else and that’d get Christine off his back for another few weeks. Besides, he knew they wouldn’t get rid of him, he was essential to this place, keeping the whole thing going really.

Terry went out for lunch, as usual. He didn’t like sitting in the small, stuffy canteen with all his co-workers prattling on about their trivial lives, gushing about celebs and x-factor or what ever TV show they were in love with this week. It was all so painfully mundane that whenever he was forced to eat there it made him want to scream at them all, get right up in their faces and try and wake them up. He didn’t bother though, he knew it would be pointless, they’d never realise. They’d just spend their lives in boring mediocrity. Not him though, this job wasn’t his life it was just a way station, something would come along down the line, he just knew it would. He was destined for great things and nothing could get in the way of destiny.

After lunch there was a staff meeting, Terry didn’t know what it was about, he wasn’t paying attention. The woman leading it, Carol, had massive tits and no bra, it was distracting to say the least. He tried to tune in every now and then but god love her, she wasn’t very bright, obviously God gave her huge tits to make up for the lack of a brain. The meeting ended, he missed most of it but it was nothing important, no one looked panicked or worried, just another circle jerk about how great the place was and how everyone should be working to their full potential.

Back at his desk Terry took a sip of his coffee and scrolled through the internet, it was the only real way he could pass the time. It would look bad if he was on his phone, but no one could really see his computer screen. He suspected the IT guys knew about him not doing a lot of work, but he reasoned they wouldn’t care once he wasn’t looking up porn or something stupid like that.

On the way home Terry grabbed a pizza, making it a large. It had been a long day and he deserved it, he needed a bright spot. He sat down on his couch, turned on the TV and started to eat. Midway through he loosened his belt, it had been digging into him all day, he sighed with relief as he pulled it free. When he was finished he got up and went to his bedroom, leaving the pizza box where it was, he could deal with it later. In his room he changed out of the suit, taking a moment to note that his belly seemed to be sticking out a little further than he remembered. He patted it gently, he’d have to start being a bit careful about what he ate. He didn’t want to end up like that fat fuck on the bus this morning he made a mental note to start running again and promptly forgot a few minutes later.

Terry sat on his couch, watching TV and sipping his beer. He had tried to get the lads together, to go to the pub, but they were all busy. They were always busy these days, no doubt thinking they were so great. Frank was married with a few kids, Terry could never remember how many, Tommy never came out anymore, not after he started dating that bitch. Losers the lot of them. Not him though, he was onto something big, he could feel it in his bones, and any day now it would happen.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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