Return To Me

It's been way too long since I had the chance to sit down and write, although last year I did self publish a short story that I still find hilarious. Its called SHUTTLE TO LOVE, and I'm going to publish it chapter by chapter over the next 13 weeks to get me back into blogging again.


Be warned, this comes with a ridiculous amount of absurdity and anyone working in the rehab field will find it amusing......I'm planning another story right now and it ought to be just as cathartic to write as this one was.


So, without further ado....




Chapter 1-The Snow Storm

It was a dark and stormy night.
Selena was still working, hunched over her computer in her office, typing Worker Milestone reports half heartedly. Outside, the wind was swirling and blowing the heavy dark flakes of snow that were dropping from the sky in furious droves.
Selena sighed. She should not have procrastinated so long on these darn reports. Now, with the year end looming for the Central Community Care Program, she had said goodbye to her departing Level 3 Facilitators and the possibility of a meal at home to try and catch up on her data management.
Glancing up, she saw that not only had the light faded completely, but the snow outside was now over a foot deep. Everything was being covered in an ominous white shroud. There would be at least fifteen minutes of shoveling to get out of here, she thought, grimacing. Not that snow was a new experience- she had grown up out east in Halifax and only recently moved into this province. So, although the snow was a pain, it was a familiar one, and one that she was confident that she could best in her brand new ankle length down jacket and military grade snow brush.
Three hours later Selena gave up. There's another 12 hours in tomorrow, she bargained with herself, knowing all the while  that she would be even busier then. Tomorrow was Friday, the end of the month, the end of a pay period, the end of the fiscal year, the safety review from the fire department and the monthly hot lunch and Richard Simmons danceathon. Then a whole new round of reports started....
Good thing I love my job, mused Selena, smiling to herself as she brought to mind all the people that she was part of caring for, and all those L3F's that made her life easier. The humor in everyday life was worth the stress, she thought. We have our bad times, but man, do we have our good ones too!
As she stood and got ready to pack everything in, she noticed her cold Tim Hortons double double French vanilla still had a swallow left- so she took care of it- and then took a moment to roll up the rim. In shock, she saw the words WIN-TOYOTA COROLLA GAGNEZ COROLLA TOYOTA,!
In shock, Selena dropped back into her now cold ergonomically designed mesh backed office chair. Unbeknownst to her, her limp right hand triggered the mechanisms under her seat and she found herself dropped to the floor, fully reclined and half under her desk in the blink of an eye. A scream escaped her mouth as the left armrest suddenly popped off and rocketed across the room, bounced off her screen, and hit the keyboard. It triggered a chain of commands that, as Selena watched helpless from the floor, deleted all the work she had done in the last six hours.