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Thank Aurthur, I know it was my turn. I never seem to be able to get on a computer lately!
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I can't hardly stay up passed midnight without feeling like a Zombie lol I can't imagine staying up 'til 2 on a school day, you have alot of energy Jessica!
I meant to post last week but got bogged down with work -_- But not this week! ^^Title: Thief
By: Megan
Words: 1016
Short Story Galore: No, thank you
“Alright, I’m in. Guide me.” A woman dressed conspicuously all in black said to no one as she walked through the art museum.
Why did people think they could talk aloud like that and not get themselves noticed? Sure, people did it on TV dramas and cop movies but that was Hollywood for you. Maybe fewer crazy people got odd looks since the invention of the bluetooth, but Maggie was still doing a double take at the woman talking to herself.
Maggie had just been appointment the curator of the San Francisco museum of modern art and she wasn’t about to have some stupid criminal dressed in a black jumpsuit steal something on her watch! At least not the first week on the job, damn it!
So Maggie pushed her glasses bravely up her nose and trailed after the woman. If this person was a criminal she was oddly unobservant because Maggie knew nothing about spying or staying unnoticed. She bumped into more than one display as she trailed after the woman who kept murmuring quietly to herself, never pausing to look at the art.
As Maggie trailed along she took in the woman’s appearance – to better describe her to the authorities – she insisted as she catalogues the woman’s strikingly good looks. She was caramel skinned with sleek black hair tied into a high ponytail. Her face was exotic and looked like it should be on a movie screen and she had an hourglass figure her dark clothing rather complimented. Her graceful walk belonged on a runway and Maggie found herself nothing short of mesmerized and envious. In short, the woman was gorgeous and poor Maggie almost started to talk to herself too, in order to settle her nerves.
So she’s the hottest thing you’ve seen since grad school, but she’s at least a criminal and at most a loon! Focus, Mags!
Her silent pep talk didn’t do her much good, because she still felt jittery and nervous as she unconsciously fixed her short brown hair and followed the woman into the room the Yves Klein art was being displayed in - Or as the staff was referring to it now, the blue room. Klein had used a very limited palette and Maggie had truthfully avoided to room thus far; she disliked blue.
It was still early in the day and the room was empty besides the two of them, the soft click of the woman’s black boots the only sound. Maggie tip toed after the brunette when she disappeared behind a blue sculpture. What would she do if the woman was truly casing the joint? Oh geez, why was she thinking like she was in a 1940s gangster movie?!
When Maggie slipped around sculpture she was surprised to see the other side of the room empty, so she tripped hurriedly to the exit. Had the woman swiped something? Was she now bolting out of the museum with her stolen goods, no one noticing the priceless art in her hands because her beautiful face distracted them? The guard’s gone googly eyed with one stunningly beautiful smile from the woman in black as she walked passed them and to be scott free?
Maggie gasped and hurried down the hallway now. She’d loose her job! She’d be laughed out of the field for letting this happen right under her nose! All because some gorgeous, crazy person made her heart beat erratically and her fingers tremble?
About to charge to the entrance and demand security go on red alert for her exotic burglar Maggie skidded to a halt when she spotted said thief standing in front of her office – knocking.
After watched the other woman gracefully strut through the museum Maggie felt like she clomped the rest of the way to her office, felt insecurities from her tomboy childhood unexpectedly weighing her down.
“Hi.” She greeted her imagined thief – surely she really wasn’t one, would a thief go right up the curator’s office and knock? The woman turned and Maggie wanted to gasp. She had the most stunning blue eyes, the color of warm Caribbean waters. Maybe blue wasn’t such a bad color after all…
“Oh, good morning! I’m looking for Margaret Canning.” The woman smiled politely and Maggie only now noticed the slightly exotic accent to her English. Perfect, Maggie thought as she offered the foreign beauty her hand, she’s gorgeous and has an accent, next she’ll say she loves coin collecting and Star Wars and I’ll be positive she is my sole mate!
“Please, call me Maggie. How can I help you?” Maggie managed to return the smile even while her knees weakened. Oh, but this woman was like a sexy blow to the head, she felt concussed, her thoughts scattered and focusing on all the wrong things!
“It’s nice to meet you, Maggie. I’m Mesi Chalthoum, here from the Cairo Museum in Egypt. My predecessor, Dr. Bayoumi spoke highly of you. It’s the reason I decided to come all this way to speak with you.” Mesi explained before politely looking at their hands, which were miraculously still linked. Oh!
Maggie had been so caught up in the sound of her voice, the images of a hot Egyptian sun and a sea of endless golden sand that matched her skin tone; she hadn’t noticed she still held her hand. Maggie quickly let Mesi’s go and blushed. A slow, warm smile curved Mesi’s full mouth and she couldn’t help but respond in kind.
“Mesi translates as ‘water’, doesn’t it?” Maggie breathed and Mesi inclined in head slightly.
“Indeed it does. I can see Dr. Bayoumi didn’t exaggerate when it came to your extensive learning. Shall we speak in your office about that and… other things?” Mesi’s blue eyes lit up and Maggie could have drowned in them, all the while smiling.
“Yes, please.” Maggie grinned and opened her office door.
Her rampant imagination had made this woman out to be a thief before and now she wasn’t positive she’d been that far off the mark. Not when she felt her heart stolen away the moment their eyes met.
she’ll say she loves coin collecting and Star Wars and I’ll be positive she is my sole mate! LOL
That was so cute! Why did it cut off right before the love scene???
Thanks Jessica and Christy for the compliments!I hadn't planned on continuing, I have no ideas for it... but I guess if I'm inspired I will.
Sun burns make me tired too! I don't get it... maybe cause when your hot you get sleepy? lol I'm sure there's a real reason, I just like to cling to my ignorance.
Oooh, getting dehydrated from a sunburn sounds like a real reason! lol I don't know who Devlin is, but he's wrong, I don't think you're annoying! Just be yourself, it'll be more entertaining for you at least XD
I can't wait to read your entry! ^^
Oh, brothers always think their sisters are annoying! It's like a requirement of being related. Of course in my case it's mutual lol
hahaha cool story have fun sleeping!!
Jessica that's such a cute story ~ The idea of her being blackmailed over a valentine's card from forth grade was so funny. Very well written! ^^
I would have been so embarased if that had happen to me! O_O I guess it's a good thing I don't have enough cuts to send a secret love note to anyone XDYou're class clowns have cool names lol
Oh wow! Thanks everyone! Hey Jessica, YAY for us! lol *dances*
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This week's Topic is Tomboy. If anyone has any objections to this topic, please go to the Objections post. The rules are pretty loose. You could write about pretty much anything. Just have the word in the story.
Weekly stories must be at least 500 words long to 2,500 words long. (if the whole story won't fit in one post, divide it into two)
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