Wintry night

Jansen was crouching in his chair in his office. His chair is Captain style on wheels with leather seat and back. Jansen leaned way back in the chair and cranked his neck hard over, he could see the sky from the office window, hazy-blue and cloudless and so smoggy.

Inside, the office was small and cold. Four cubicles shared an empty common area. The carpet was sea green. There was one window, vertical, narrow and fortified with chicken wire. Jansen sat up and he glanced at the bouquet of red roses lying on his desk. It was wrapped with a luminous white leather on the sides. 

Jansen rose to his feet and he leaned the bouquet towards his face, the fragrant scent oozing out flowed into his nostrils and he grinned from ear to ear, "Mia's gonna love it." He purchased the bouquet since forenoon to present it to Mia during their anniversary dinner tonight.

Suddenly, a broad image of him grasping Juliet in his huge arms and kissing her lips affectionately flashed through his mind and he giggled. He glanced at the bouquet and hurled it harshly on his desk and sighed stroking his hair, "I want you Juliet, I wanna be with you." He closed his eyes and images of him and Juliet making love flashed through his mind in quick succession concession. He broke out of his thoughts and groaned, "why can I not forget you? It was only a one night stand. I should've forgotten all about you but I'm missing you so much."

He envisaged her lips rubbing his and he stroked his lips and recalling the fluffiness of her lips made it feel quite real. The boisterous beep in his phone banged in his ears and he pulled his phone from his jacket and glanced at the screen. Juliet's text message popped on the screen and he read her messages his brows furrowed sensing that Juliet's life could be in danger. Jansen grasped his car key from the table and scurried outside his office as if having a running stomach.

Juliet leaned forth resting her hands on the ground and attempting to sit up she felt some smooth sand beneath her palms she glanced at the goon advancing towards her and hoisting his dagger, he nearly plunges it into her tummy and she hurled the heap of sand in her hand into his eyes he groaned feeling irritated as the grains were itching them.

The other goons felt quite anxious watching him rubbing his eyes. Seeing how distracted they are, Juliet rose to her feet and scurried as fast as the breeze the goons panicked staring at her darting and they scooted after her.

The hazy mist shrouding the street was making the road seem dreadful and for a brief moment, she looked like a lost Thrall. She reached a forest nearby. The silver moon suspended in the velvet sky was glowing dimly. All she could see is the obscure, vague shadows of the trees swaying on the floor letting her have the illusion of thousands of devils dancing slyly in the night, planning some evil trick. 

She halted and glanced over her shoulder. Although she could not see the goons as the mist was encircling the air, she listened to the thick and hefty noise of their boots and heard the footsteps, she sensed that they are almost close to her and she panicked and scurried inside the forest. She still heard their footsteps, could they have stepped in? She pondered. She felt the weariness in her legs, her knees shuddered and she moaned audibly. She was going short of breath and was feeling faint she paused trotting and was only walking. As the road proceeded up, there was a gentle slope guarded on the right by a thicket of bushes, a landscape followed by tall trees that quickly give way to a rocky precipice to the left. Juliet trudged towards there.

10:59 pm. Mia rested her cheek in her palm softly, her eyes rolled in dizziness and she yawned audibly. She glanced at the glossy screen of her wristwatch and realizes it is 11 pm her face contorted with rage she clenched her fists and rose to her feet she grasped the table cloth yanked it off the table and hurled it on the floor screeching. The bowls, cups, and drinks plopped to the floor from the table cloth emitting a shrieking noise it banged Nanny Macy's ears as she was walking across the sitting room.

Mia grasped the chair one by one smacking them at the walls and she grasped a voluptuous huge vase off a table and hurled it at the wall it shattered with a boisterous noise. Macy felt jittery staring at Mia she haven't seen her that outraged and she started to her. Mia was almost smashing the wall clocks, Macy held her arms and Mia couldn't freely move them she slowly dropped the clocks.

"Calm down you might awake Isabella she's fast asleep."

Tears spewed from Mia's eyes, "I can't believe I got so mad I did not think about my daughter."

"What's wrong?" Macy looked at her with pity staring into her somber eyes.

"Today is my wedding anniversary with Jansen and he isn't even home Macy, " she sniffed, "I thought that since it is our anniversary he'll try to prioritize me and try to avoid any schedules to come home early. I dressed this good just for him and he isn't even here to share a glass of wine with me or a cake. This is the most horrible wedding anniversary of my life." Mia screeched.

"Maybe he's on his way home and he might be planning for you a beautiful surprise." Macy winked at her.

"I'm not an idiot to expect any surprise, " Mia kneaded her jowls, "he told me he was gonna be home sooner before eight and look at the time it's past eleven. I should not have gotten excited for our wedding anniversary. I do not regret damaging the table and wasting all those expensive drinks. Nothing matters to him. I do not matter to him, " she bowed her head weakly, "how could he ditch our anniversary?" Mia crossed her arms on her chest.

"Maybe, there is an emergency."

"Emergency my foot!" Mia screeched, "Today is our anniversary he should be here with me and nowhere else or with anybody. I am his wife I should come first right?"

Macy advanced to her and pulled her into a hug patting her back lovingly. Mia shed tears on her neck, "nanny I'm fed up that he doesn't take me seriously. I wanna stop dreaming and anticipating that he's gonna give me his time just like when he was courting me and for my anticipations to no more be anticipations but happening for real. I'm so sick of hoping nanny."

Mia clenched her fists firmly, "he shouldn't have dared to stand me up like I'm wasting my time for us. I made this dinner for us, I spent my time for us and he can't appear." She gnarled

The breeze turned heavier in extreme viscosity as the trees were dancing in unison. Juliet became cold as ice she feebly dropped to the ground like a sack. She didn't realize she was lying on the steep sloppy ground and with the little strength she could muster she attempted to rise to her feet and she unexpectedly commenced tossing like a ball as if jabbed.

The goons immediately halted speaking on the sloppy ground, they glanced left and right thrice, their torchlights gleamed the road and they did not spot Juliet. They gnashed their jaw in disgruntlement they were anticipating trading Juliet's organs to an organ trafficking syndicate. They are brutal criminals and have been wanted by the cops. The only time they roam the street is during the late hours of the night. They swerved and were walking away.

Juliet tumbled for what felt like forever, hitting branches along the way. She felt helpless and out of control like an unsteady breeze. Her arms were getting scrubbed by shrubs she howled and she was now hurtling over grass, earth, and rock until the cliff slope became even steeper and she fell farther.