The dripping sound had become apparent to the staff present. Yet no one got up to have a look. It had been a long day. They just wanted to finish their assignments and go home. They dismissed the sound out of their minds temporarily, knowing it was only part of the rainy atmosphere outside. It had to be. It was until one of the girls got up from her desk to get some coffee that she discovered it. It all began with that horrific scream.
“If there’s a mouse, just get your high heels and beat it up,” One of the men at the desks said lazily, still maintaining his typing rhythm.
Another fellow colleague reached across the desk and gave the previous speaker a high five.
The screaming resumed, becoming even louder as the girl made her way back to the room. It was more like she had rushed in.
“What is it this time?” The first guy asked, finally looking up from his work.
“There’s…there…” The girl repeated several times, collapsing on the floor.
One of the other girls got up and tried to revive her. By that time, the rest of the employees were gathered by her. Not too close, allowing her some breathing space but still within view to investigate when she awakened.
“What happened?” The other girl asked, helping the screaming girl up.
“There’s…” The first girl stuttered, still shaking.
“What’s going on?” The first guy asked, his patience draining.
The first girl could not say more. She pointed a shaky hand toward the break area.
The guys moved toward the direction, rolling their eyes, exchanging the sympathy look.
“Tiffany and her exaggeration,” The first guy mumbled.
“Yeah,” The second guy agreed, nodding his head.
Then they saw it. A pool of red, sticky liquid. Apparently, Tiffany wasn’t exaggerating this time.
© Friday, November 5th, 2010
Posted: Sunday, May 8th, 2011