A piece of paper blew along the street the was wind blowing strongly, so strongly in fact that the store signs creaked. The solitary piece of paper travelled a few more yards before it stopped at the feet of a man, he stepped forwards walking towards an apartment complex, as he did the paper continued on it's journey.
As he got closer, he could sense something stirring. He stopped; looking around he turned and made his way towards an alleyway. 'Here' he thought 'but where?'
Suddenly a bat-like creature flew out at him, it caught him off guard.
"Asshole" he cried as he tried to fight back, "Son of a bitch".
Still the creature attacked, he lunged again. The creature flew off, he paused again, slightly breathless from the encounter.
"Shit" he said as he turned around on the spot evidently annoyed that the creature had pounced on him.
"You had to do it now didn't you?" he shouted, "You couldn't have waited, could you?"
He looked to where the creature was flying in the sky.
"And now, I have to send you back" he said more subdued than he was before. He looked back at the apartment building before turning and running after the creature, leaving behind the reason for his visit to the neighbourhood.
Inside the apartment building a woman was going about her daily business, she had the radio on and she was singing along to the music like she did everyday.
"One way or another I'm gonna see ya…" she sang dancing along "I'm gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya…"
The phone began to ring, she stopped almost startled by the noise, realising it was only the phone she turned the radio down, still dancing along to the song, she allowed the answer machine to kick in.
'Hi you've reached Jane Cordaye, sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but leave your name, number and message and I'll call you back.' She laughed when she heard the message, she always did.
BEEP the machine clicked to record
"Hello Jane, Jane its Greg." She rolled her eyes and went back to the stereo
"Listen about the photographs you sent to us"The message continued, she shook her head
"We're really sorry but they just aren't what we're looking for at the moment"
"Oh come on just say it," she shouted at the machine "Say they're shit"
"So if you want to send us some more at a later date then that would be fine, thanks, call me." BEEP, the message ended
"Asshole" Jane sat down on the sofa "don't know what the hell they're talking about" she said to herself.
She picked up the newspaper from the table beside her; turning the pages she checked the weather report for the day.
"Sunshine" she exclaimed "Excellent"
She threw it on to the sofa as she stood up. She walked to the door, stopping she picked up her keys, put on her jacket and grabbed her camera.
"Maybe I can get some shots in today," she said as she opened the door.
She walked out and closed it behind her.