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BettaWoman
 (5/15/06 1:06 am) Reply |
The Party short story: The Party Ellen was telling the story about a man who embezzled money from the company he worked for. One Friday afternoon he got in his car and drove through town to the border into the US. Just like that. He had been working with this company for the last 8 years as the payroll clerk for a large corporation. Nobody had noticed that there was one extra employee on the payroll for eight years. But the music was loud and nobody was listening to her anyway. Everyone seemed to be having a good time - beers in hand and chatting loudly. Ellen�s story about the little man was not catching on. The co-workers she was standing with were discussing what was happening in their circle of people at work. So Ellen stood there, stunned, gulping her wine brooding at the snub. The circle of people got smaller as everyone dispersed to mingle. Soon she was standing alone. She sighed and moved on, wandering around the room from one group to another. Just then a group ahead of her burst out laughing as she walked towards them. She stood and listened, hoping to catch what the joke. But they moved on, and so did she. Ellen sat on the coach next to a few more people who began to look more and more like aliens. Lydia, the human resources manager turned to her and smiled and asked her how she was enjoying the party. Ellen put on a stiff smile and responded appropriately with a 'very well, thank you.' Lydia smiled, "So, how is life?" As Ellen began to open up and talk, she noticed by the look in Lydia�s eyes that she pitied her. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, Ellen gave Lydia a freaky smile and said she needed to go to the bathroom. She walked out the patio door stood looking out at the night. She gulped down the last of her wine and said goodbye to any future conversations with Lydia. Ellen stood still and thought about the guy who made off with eight years of wages and wondered why he did it. She wondered how he had the nerve to do it without cracking underneath the pressure of being found out. He must have been pretty sly, as the papers made him out to be. Such cunning! Ellen finished the last bit of wine and wished that she were cunning. She went inside the house and walked to the bar and poured herself another glass of red wine. No one seemed to notice her at all. The thought occurred to her that maybe that is how the man got away with it. Maybe she was like him - no one noticed him, or wanted to know him. So, he just lay low, did his job and.... Ellen tipped the glass and gulped the rest of the ruby red wine. She looked at the fine crafted glass in her hand and smiled. In plain view she put the glass in her purse. |
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