Monday 22 June 2015

The Door Part 1


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The last thing you expect to see in a toilet cubical is another door, but that’s exactly what Curtis was staring at as he was sitting there ‘relaxing’ after his Monday morning coffee. He guessed it was just a door into a store cupboard, he assumed it was locked, he hoped that no one would come through it while he was in such a vulnerable position; it was strange but it was harmless. Or was it? He imagined what he would do if the door opened now while he was sitting there with his trousers around his ankles. He wondered who would be more embarrassed him or the person coming through the door. Maybe it would be a beautiful woman, they could fall in love and get married and laugh at how they’d first met. He smiled to himself at the ridiculousness of his thoughts and then returned his attention to the business in hand.
Curtis had walked passed this Anonymous café near I.P. Pavlova 100 times on his way to McDonalds. It had never looked like his kind of place, it was too young, too trendy, and with the ugly ‘Anonymous’ mask as a sign, it was too off-putting; better to have a coffee and maybe a McMuffin in McDs and then cross the road to work and have his ‘relax’ on work time.
But this morning for some unknown reason he was tempted in to this fashionable café for his morning caffeine hit. The place had amused him, they had a range of superhero mugs and asked him what mug he would like his coffee in, he’d chosen the Spiderman mug. There was a swing in the middle of the room and the staff were taking it in turns throwing toy darts at the wall; it wasn’t your usual café and it really wasn’t his cup of tea but the coffee was good and it felt fresher than McDonalds. Curtis didn’t know why but his need for a ‘relax’ had struck immediately he’d drained his cup, there was no time to cross the road to work. So here he was sitting in the café toilet staring at this strange door feeling grumpy; he hated ‘relaxing’ on his own time when he could do it ‘on the clock’ in work.
It wasn’t that he hated work, he quite enjoyed it and he was good at his job, but like anyone who works for the man, he was adept at finding ways to make sure he made the most of his employers. For example, he tried to make sure he went to the toilet on work time, he charged all his mobile devices in work sockets and he sometimes wandered home with work pens, paper and tea bags in his pockets.
Curtis stood up and pulled his trousers up, he was just buckling his belt when, he jumped a mile, there was someone trying to get out of the second door. Curtis flushed the toilet quickly suddenly embarrassed by his detritus. Then he tried to unlock the toilet door, but it was jammed, he couldn’t do it. The more he tried the fatter his fingers felt.
The second door swung open and there stood a man in a grotesque Anonymous mask. Curtis was sweating, he felt weak, he tried again to open the door but it was impossible.
‘What do you want?’ He said backing away from the figure.
‘Curtis Redmond,’ the voice was contorted, ‘don’t be afraid,’ that was easier said than done when a masked man with a strange voice had just walked in on you taking a dump; had he not just been, Curtis would be shitting himself.  ‘Come with me.’ The man said. Curtis should have wondered how they knew his name, he should have wondered where the passage led, but all he could say was.
‘I haven’t washed my hands.’
‘There’ll be time for that,’ the man said. ‘Now come.’
Curtis had little choice but to follow.

For part 2 click here and part 3 here 

1 comment:

  1. Petra Goláňová26 June 2015 at 23:38

    "I haven't washed my hands." :)

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