General Fiction posted December 17, 2016

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Can't Take Much More


by country ranch writer

Is there ever any end to it? Hearing the boss yelling get in here right now. How many time do I have to tell you? We have meeting in just a few minutes? You better be on top of your game, she screams. I have to look good in front of them. I don't care how hard you had to work to get this presentation ready for me. Get back to work or you will regret standing there like an idiot.

From the window I could see the people shaking there heads as they walked by hearing her ranting at me. They had already received their share of her ranting and raving earlier.

This has got to stop I told my husband, she has gone to far, one day I will explode and it won't be pretty.

He put his arms around me and said,"everything will be okay, you'll see."

Her boss was a witch with a capital B and it was like this every day for her. I wondered what her home life was like? Why did she hate everyone so much?

There had to be a reason for all this goings on. Me being me I am the one to take it upon ones self to investigate. I told no one of my plan but my husband in case he had to come identify my dead body. If she caught me shadowing her she'd kill me for sure.

She left work every day like clock work and she didn't go home, but instead to some kind of special center. I waited till she went inside and followed her. I stopped at the front desk and asked,"what kind of place it was?" The lady said, "It was a burn center?"

What would she be going there of all places? She looked more than well to me with that attitude she carried with her.
I asked the lady if she knew how long she'd been coming there?
She called over her supervisor and he took me into his office. He asked me to set down and he would tell me her story. But first he said," I had to tell him why I wanted to know."

I explained to him what goes on day after day, he shook his head and said,"I thought it might be getting to her."

Come with me and I will talk on the way, he went onto say,"she has been coming here for fifteen years. She hasn't missed a day since they brought her husband in. He was burnt beyond recognition and has been in a comma all these years."

We stopped at a window and looked in at the man laying-in the bed hooked to machines.He was on life support.
"A power plant explosion," he said, "some miracle this man has lived."

"He has lingered on here in limbo, we have done many reconstructive surgeries by the picture she gave us. It is all we can do for him, he is on life support, she won't give up on him. She believes one day he will wake up and ask for her. She is here every minute, she can spare and stays through out the nights with him. She talks to him and reads to him till she falls asleep. She leaves here at daylight to go home and change and go to work."

I thanked him and told him not to mention this to her. I told him we'd keep an eye on her. He took his card handed it to me and said call me right away if you need me. I called my husband and arranged for him to meet me for lunch. Soon as he walked in the restaurant and saw my face he asked," Honey, what is wrong?"

I told him I just had to find out what was going on with her so I shadowed her today. What I found out Blew me away. He took my hands in his, looked in my eyes and said,
"If it was me lying there, would you do anything different?"

Too Far writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a story with topic: This time her boss had gone too far.

She carried this burn by herself she didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her. She took her hostilities and pain out on others. She didn't know how to deal with her own life.
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