CuriousA Story by Wandering Violet
Don't judge people by first impressions, they may be more like you than you think...
I patiently spelt out my surname for the third time to the uncertain receptionist.
“What time d’ya want?” she said, twiddling her pen in a most annoying manner.
“4.30 ok?” I suggested. “My partner has to come from work.”
“Oh, the appointment’s for both of you?” she signed. “I’d better put his name down too then.”
I’d told her at the beginning that I wanted an appointment for myself and my partner but it had obviously gone over her bleached blonde head.
“What’s his name?” she grumbled.
“Her name,” I said calmly. “Vanessa Hamilton.”
The girl’s jaw dropped but nevertheless she wrote the name down.
“Are you partners?” she squeaked suddenly, looking at up me with surprising intensity for one apparently so thick.
Unsure as to whether she might turn out to be a fanatical homophobe, I merely nodded.
A shy grin spread across her face and she blushed as she handed me the appointment card.
I gave her a friendly smile in return as I left. She stood fixed to the spot behind the desk, watching me as I went. In her mind were a thousand thoughts, all of which she was too afraid to think.
© 2011 Wandering Violet
AboutI’m Wandering Violet, a young Kiwi writer. I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings :-) I’m a great believer in equality, and I hate discrimination in all forms. I'm lesbian and Chris.. more..
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