The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 55

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 55: There were only two other cars in the parking lot.

There were only two other cars in the parking lot. James parked towards the back of the lot and got out.  He tugged his shirt straight and wished he had a jacket, or at least had thought to pull on one of the sweaters.  The bare shirt sleeves felt strange to him. He took a deep breath and felt the nerves quivering in his belly. 

All his life he worked for the same company.  The family one.  Yes, he worked all different positions and he thought he did them well.  ‘But they were family,’ he reminded himself.

He was there to learn the ropes.  They weren’t going to fire him, merely shift him into a different position. Here he would be judged by strangers.

‘As James Ferris,’ he reminded himself.  ‘Ferris.’

James glanced at Carson’s note to double check the office number, squared his shoulders and walked towards the building.  The building was a squat square that stood four stories tall.  It was exactly as tall as it was wide.  The front of the building was stucco over concrete with black glass windows that didn’t open and reflected only the parking lot, nothing within.  There was a white concrete pathway leading up to the building with small flower beds to either side.  They were short flat looking flowers with broad petals.  Purple, white and yellow for the most part.  He thought they might be petunias.

He half remembered a story book about Petunia the pig and the sight of them made him smile.  The flowers looked like the illustration in the books.  Along the front of the building was a neatly trimmed box hedge standing about waist high. It stopped at the edge of the building and did not continue around.  From what James could see there were no flowerbeds either.  Only the front façade merited decoration. 

The front door was likewise tinted glass that reflected his image back at himself as he reached for it.  The frame was black metal.  Everything looked industrial, but well maintained.  James opened the door and stepped into the lobby.  His shoes made hard echoing sounds on the white floor tiles as he entered what looked more like an elevator atrium than an actual lobby.  It was a plain box of a room with beige walls.  Two doors decorated each wall.  One wall had an elevator placed between two doors.  Across from the elevator and placed between those doors was a sign board directing visitors to the ofices within.  Only the entry door had one opening.

‘But it is a set of double doors so I guess that counts.’ James thought.  He moved to the directory and double checked the office number.  Like the note from Carson, the directory claimed the offices he sought were on the third floor.  James moved to the elevator and noticed one of the doors on the wall with the elevator was marked stairs.

‘Good to know for emergencies,’ he thought as he pushed the up arrow to call the elevator.

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