Peter`s Day
by 
radavies1uk
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Posted: Sunday, June 3, 2007 Word Count: 413 Summary: I've been offline for a LONG while. Thought I'd post some stuff I've recently typed up from notepads. Any feedback would be great, be harsh as you can :) |
Peter trundled across his office floor, passing the tops of aging heads just visible over the sky-blue cubicle dividers, sat at his Spartan desk with his little plastic cup of coffee, and started to type.
Numbers filled his spreadsheet, cell by cell, total columns flicking green, green, red, green, red, green. His eyes shifted to the usual far-away stare.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The bus pulled out from the kerb into the busy traffic, jolting Peter left-to-right as he climbed the sky-blue stairs to the top deck.
He sat; relieved at the availability of a window seat his eyes brightened a little.
Staring at that middle-distance view he'd seen a thousand times before, he rocked gently with the sway of the bus.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The cold air from the small freezer compartment brushed past. Peter breathed it in with a long and leisurely blink and retrieved a plastic tray at random. He closed the fridge and prodded holes in its frosted cover with a fork.
Setting the timer on the microwave and placing his tray in the centre, he turned back to the large TV across from the sky-blue sofa.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The noise of the flushing toilet filled the small, tiled room. Peter turned to the wash basin, passed the towel from his shoulders to the warming rack and prepared his sky-blue toothbrush.
He brushed quickly, watching his head wobble with each stroke, rinsed and gargled, pausing to the look himself in the eye.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The clock across the room blinked over to 23:00 as Peter positioned his bookmark and placed the closed book upon the pile of others on his bedside table.
He took a sip from the small glass of water and flicked off the lamp. Adjusting his sky-blue pillow he lay back.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
Peter opened his eyes and stared at the light pink ceiling above him. The sun left a streak of light across his face as he dragged himself upright. His eyes snapped shut with the sudden glow and he pushed himself to the centre of the bed.
'Daddy!' his door burst open and he turned to look as a bright-eyed girl exploded onto the end of his bed.
'Dad, Dad, Dad! Get Up! Come On! Mum says we're all going to the zoo today. Get up!'
He let out a quiet smile.
Numbers filled his spreadsheet, cell by cell, total columns flicking green, green, red, green, red, green. His eyes shifted to the usual far-away stare.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The bus pulled out from the kerb into the busy traffic, jolting Peter left-to-right as he climbed the sky-blue stairs to the top deck.
He sat; relieved at the availability of a window seat his eyes brightened a little.
Staring at that middle-distance view he'd seen a thousand times before, he rocked gently with the sway of the bus.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The cold air from the small freezer compartment brushed past. Peter breathed it in with a long and leisurely blink and retrieved a plastic tray at random. He closed the fridge and prodded holes in its frosted cover with a fork.
Setting the timer on the microwave and placing his tray in the centre, he turned back to the large TV across from the sky-blue sofa.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The noise of the flushing toilet filled the small, tiled room. Peter turned to the wash basin, passed the towel from his shoulders to the warming rack and prepared his sky-blue toothbrush.
He brushed quickly, watching his head wobble with each stroke, rinsed and gargled, pausing to the look himself in the eye.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
The clock across the room blinked over to 23:00 as Peter positioned his bookmark and placed the closed book upon the pile of others on his bedside table.
He took a sip from the small glass of water and flicked off the lamp. Adjusting his sky-blue pillow he lay back.
He let out a quiet sigh.
*
Peter opened his eyes and stared at the light pink ceiling above him. The sun left a streak of light across his face as he dragged himself upright. His eyes snapped shut with the sudden glow and he pushed himself to the centre of the bed.
'Daddy!' his door burst open and he turned to look as a bright-eyed girl exploded onto the end of his bed.
'Dad, Dad, Dad! Get Up! Come On! Mum says we're all going to the zoo today. Get up!'
He let out a quiet smile.