| The Interview
"Be quick,” I demanded. "My mind wanders"
She looked up at me with nostrils flared and continued sewing.
“Stop muttering!” I screamed
“b.b…b..but I”
“Silence!!” I shrieked as I cuffed her with her own purse
She fell onto a pile of rags clutching her reddened cheek. I turned my
head away adjusting my collar. I had no time for her antics today, I didn’t
even flinch as the door slammed shut, no guilt as I heard her stumbling
down the corridor. Wailing.
Big changes, I thought to myself
Big changes in my life were just around the corner. And do you know what?
A part of me was scared as hell. I didn’t feel prepared for it.
Oh sure, I’d had all the training. On paper, perhaps a little over
qualified even. But still. The thought of holding those children’s
lives in my hands, the responsibility I was be given, the trust.
It was overwhelming….
It took about 30 mins to get there, I ran through the pleasantries, the
shaking of hands and nodding of heads. I was eager to get the red meat.
The fatty red meat.
As they’re words washed over me I descended into a daydream, their
reality fizzed away as I replayed my more recent moments in my head
The truth is I’d lost interest in sex, even masturbating was a chore.
The only thing that consumed me was wrapping up small kittens in plastic
bags from Sainburys and drowning them in the upstairs toilet. But this,
I knew, wasn’t going to help me get the job
I had to gather all my brains and strength, I kept thinking of my mother,
she was a huge Christian woman, with an enormous bosom to boot. Her hair
was a scraggy plat of ginger locks, my father used to follow the postman
around and would come home late smelling of women.
I awoke again
‘So’, he said clasping his hands together, ‘would you
like to see the ball park now?’
I smiled, knowing the bartering would have to be made if he was to offer
me the job. I knew I could seal the deal, I slid off my chair on knelt
before him, removing my surgical gloves
‘wh..wh.. what are you doing’, he asked hurriedly
I hushed his mouth with my finger as I lowered his tennis shorts
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