The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 173

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 173: It felt good to have anticipation.

It felt good to have anticipation. James tried to remember the last time he truly looked forward to something and found himself coming up blank.  The thought bothered him more than he thought it would.  Surely there should be more anticipation in life.  Looking forward to a good meal or an upcoming concert.  Yet he couldn’t come up with anything. 

It made him feel a bit heavy inside.  James arrived at work and tried to put the heaviness behind him.  He locked the Studebaker and went into the office.  There was little change from the day before.  As he dealt with the Monday rush the morning was not as frantic.  A few travel reembirsement forms came in from those who wither hadn’t made it back over the weekend or simply had waited until returning to the office Monday to fill in the paperwork. 

James liked to think of those people as having active home lives rather than a preoccupation with work.  A part of him was certain they just hadn’t wanted to bother, but he liked his thoughts anyway.  They helped combat the heaviness of his own thoughts. 

It was nearly ten in the morning when his cell phone rang.  He was inputting the File for Timothy Carmichael when its tinny tune caught him off guard.  For a moment he had to think about what it could be.  Then recognizing the tones he extracted the phone from his bag.  There was another moment of hesitation as he didn’t recognize the number and his mind immediately went to worst case scinaris, still he answered it.  James ignored the fluttering in his chest.

“Hello?”  It came out as a cautious sounding question.

“Mr. Ferris?  This is Samantha from the Meadow Lark Club.  I received your e-mail about a tour and possible membership?”

“Yes, Samantha, hello.  Thank you for getting back to me so soon.”

“Not a problem. In your e-mail you asked for a tour after office hours. We would be happy to arrange that if you would like.  Is there a day this week that would work for you?”

“Actually any night this week would work,” James replied.

“Excellent, let me just check the calendar here.”  There was a click of one or two keys being pressed and James suspected she had her schedule ready but just needed to bring it up to the screen. 

“We have two evenings open this week.  Tonight and Thursday, would you have a preference?”

“Tonight would be just fine,” James told her. 

“Excellent,” Samantha said.  James heard the click of keys as he was added to her schedule.  “And you were interested primarily in the pool?”

“Yes, primarily in using it before work hours.”  James fought the urge to explain more.

“Uh huh,” she replied.  There were more keys clicked and James expected a note had been added to his appointment. “We will certainly focus on that then when you arrive.”  She gave him the time of the appointment and James jotted it down on his notepad next to the quick math he did earlier when he was trying to figure out how much one of the companies agents actually spent on food.

“And when you get here just ask for Samantha at the front desk and I will be happy to show you around,” She told him.

“Thank you,” James replied.  Business complete, the call ended.  James slipped his phone back into the bag.  He smiled at the computer screen, all heaviness for the moment banished.  Somehow, the appointment felt like a positive step.

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