![]() A Day OffA Story by Jason Scott![]() A mentally ill woman decides to take a day off from work.![]() A DAY OFF
Alexis turned up the music in her car. She raised her hand and moved her body in beat with the song. She couldn't sing but she sang along with it anyway. At the stoplight another driver noticed Alexis enjoying the song. She smiled at them and turned the music up. It must be their day off too.
It was crowded at the Beach. But Alexis didn't mind the more the merrier right? She quickly rented a Beach chair and ordered a drink. Within minutes her Mojito arrived, the ice clinking tantalizingly in the glass. That first sip awakened her palete. As she was about to lay down her phone rang, it was work. Let it ring she thought, it was her day off. She spread herself across the chair as the sun bathed her body in it's warm rays. Alexis smiled.
A few drinks later Alexis felt the need to succumb the beckoning call of the ocean waves. She stood up, almost stumbling. Too many drinks maybe? She walked into the surf, before running and then plunging into the waves. The sudden shock of the cold water caused her to scream. She then laughed in a near maniacal manner as she pulled her wet hair back.
After frolicking in the ocean Alexis stumbled back onto the Beach. She rung out her thick dark hair. Then the phone rang, it was work again. She ignored it. Her attention was quickly smitten by a group of kids playing volleyball. She invited herself into the game. Laughing boisterously as she played. The kids stared at her awe, confused by her brash behavior.
Having her fill of volleyball sated Alexis returned to her chair. Was it time to take her meds? She reasoned it was and downed them with the remaining now warm Mojito. She tipped the cabana boy too generously. And upon noticing the setting sun headed to the rinse station.
Alexis was eager to head to the trendy new club that night. It was popular with the twenty somethings. Never mind the fact Alexis was well in her thirties. Not wanting to waste any time Alexis manipulated the rinsing station as a kind of shower. Including getting changed right there. Drawing the ire of parents and lustful glances of men. Ever so oblivious of her egregious behavior, Alexis only smiled back at those who stared at her in disbelief.
Alexis arrived at Reflex. The ambiance in the club was like a rave. She made her way to the bar and started drinking heavily. She wanted to keep up. So she downed a little or a lot, of ecstasy. The night was young and she didn't want to waste a minute of it. After all it was her day off.
She spotted a young guy. Likely too young to be here, and certainly too young for her. But Alexis didn't mind. He was what she wanted. And she wanted more from him. She approached the young man who reminded her of a teenage Leonardo Dicarprio. His curious green eyes stared at her through dirty blonde bangs. She grabbed his hand and led him out to the dance floor.
The music was loud, too loud. Rendering verbal communication moot. So Alexis conveyed her passion through her eyes. She stared at the young man. Placing him in a trance like state with the seductive sway of her voluptuous body. He kept up, but his movements were awkward and erratic. She smiled at him coyly. Lucky boy. The music boomed from the speakers. The tempo intensified. Alexis's body was bathed in a steady flow of alternating flashing neon lights. Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness, and flirted with reality. She felt her grasp on proprioception begin to slip away. The copious amounts of alcohol and drugs overwhelming her. The thumping bass penetrated her body. She trembled as the sensation coursed through her, and deep into what made her a woman. As the music reached its climax, so did she. Alexis surrendered an inaudible moan. She pulled the young man to her, wanting her share her pleasure with him. She kissed him brazenly. Forcing her tongue deep into his mouth.
It would be several minutes later before anyone would discover Alexis. The young man who had been dancing with her found Alexis on the restroom floor. Shocked he ran out of the restroom to get help. But it was too late, Alexis was dead.
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2020 Last Updated on October 1, 2020 Tags: Mental illness, drugs, alcohol, drunk, high, missing work, club scene Author![]() Jason ScottSt. Petersburg, FLAboutI enjoy short story writing. I welcome criticism. I simply want to share my writing. I initially started posting short stories on Facebook that I called "Snipits" Because they were VERY short in lengt.. more..Writing
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