Wherein C.F.Barrón does his thing...

The Delirium Continues

The day they met was just like every other. Marissa woke up before her alarm, fed her cats, and fixed herself a simple breakfast of eggs and toast before sitting in her garden for a bit of meditation. She took deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Her therapist had strongly recommended she perform this ritual daily, believing it would be an effective mechanism to cope with her anxiety. It had been working. For the most part.

As she got ready for work she didn’t have it in her to prep a lunch, opting to grab a bite near her new job. It seemed like the right environment for her, although the crowds did give her a cause for concern. It’s fine, she told herself, I don’t know for sure that something bad will happen. Just remember to breathe. It’s your first day, if anything happens they’ll probably write it off. She was told to dress comfortably, with supportive shoes, so yoga pants and her sneakers were in order. It will be a good day, she reassured herself. God did she hate that she couldn’t do anything with her hair.

The drive to the place was uneventful. She reminded herself to be grateful for the steady flow of traffic after ten a.m. and was more than happy to sing along to Rascal Flatts for the entirety of the drive.

“But I know something is coming,” she sang “ I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s amazing- can save me, my time is coming and I’ll find my way out…”

The moment she pulled into the busy parking lot, she saw a truck start backing out from the nearest spot to the door. Swoop! She laughed to herself. She was a little early for her shift, but was told that would not be an issue, that’s what the breakroom was for after all. She managed to weave through the throng of strange faces without much difficulty, a rare feat. and expected to find the breakroom empty. It wasn’t.

She shared the small space with a verified amazon. What was she, 5’10? Were those jeggings? No, they were actual jeans. Hugging every curve.

“Fuck. Well it looks like I’m eating out today.” the amazon said, staring at the contents of the fridge.

“Oh, where are you going?” Marissa asked before knowing.

At this, the amazon jumped before slowly turning to face her, a calculating look in her eyes. She felt like an insect under a microscope as the two took good looks at one another. The cut of this woman’s dress shirt accented her figure. But the silence was getting heavy. She had to break it somehow. Say something. Anything.

“Sorry.” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to jump scare you.I’m Marissa.” she said, offering her a handshake.

“Maggie. Nice to mee you.” the amazon said, reaching for Marissa’s hand.

Except, they mistimed the grip, with Marissa only managing to grasp Maggie’s fingers, forcing a flimsy handshake between the two. Did I take an awkward pill this morning? Marissa thought. To her surprise, Maggie turned her wrist and curtsied.

“Charmed.” she said, obviously fighting back a giggle.

It was not long before they were both laughing at the maneuver. Cute, Marissa thought.

“Is this your first day?” Maggie asked.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I’m a little early. But I didn’t bring a lunch so I was wondering what was good around here.”

“Oh cool. Uh, I was just gonna go to the shopping center nearby. There’s all kinds of stuff there.“

A manager popped around the corner just then.

“Marissa?”

“That’s me.”

“Hi, I’m John, one of the managers here. Come on over to the office. We can get you situated there.”

“Sounds good.” Marissa said before turning back to Maggie “ It was really nice meeting you.”

“You too.” Maggie said. “I’ll see you around.”

Marissa rounded the corner before she heard Maggie add “That’s a cute shirt by the way.” At this, she looked down at her faded powder blue t-shirt. The writing was still clear and read ‘Bigfoot saw me, but nobody believes him.’ Her cheeks felt a little warmer than usual when she realized how embarrassingly childish the shirt must have seemed. Real smooth, Marissa.

Alright so I kept going with it. I like this idea of bouncing back and forth between their respective point of views, although I’m not quite sure what that will do to the pacing. I think as long as I give a little bit of new information every time it should work out okay, but let me know if you feel like it’s starting to drag. I like these two, and how weirdly different and similar they are, I’m a little worried I don’t know either of them all that well yet, but their initials are M&M so I’m rooting for them so they can give bags of them away on their wedding day.

Carlos Barron