The Appointment

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The young girl at the counter of Susan’s Nail Bar looks surprised, startled even, to see Laura walk through the door, bell tinkling as she does so. A glance around the salon reveals five empty stations. MTV plays on the large flatscreen TV at the end.

‘Hello, I’d like to make an appointment please,’ says Laura, flashing a large, disarming smile.

The girl’s large hooped earrings swing as she says ‘oh my days’ and picks up the phone. She presses a button on the handset and after a few seconds, tells whoever is on the other end that ‘there’s someone here. No, not a punter. Well, yes, a punter, but she wants her nails done… but… I don’t know… fine.’

She puts down the phone.

‘Let’s see if we can book you in,’ she says as she bends down and from under the counter pulls out a large A3 ledger, opening it up to today’s date. A vast blank page stares back at them both.

‘I’m afraid we can’t fit you in today.’

Laura starts to laugh, but the girl, who surely should be in school, looks serious.

‘Oh, right,’ says Laura. Laura is an optimistic soul, prepared to believe there are unseen reasons for people’s behaviour, constantly searching for the best in others. So, when staring at the empty ledger and the five empty seats in the salon, she respects the young girl’s assertion that they can’t fit her in. She must be missing something. ‘Well, that’s fine. How about tomorrow?’

Laura peers over the counter, expecting the girl to turn the page to tomorrow’s date, but she closes the book and returns it to the shelf below the till.

‘Yes, come back tomorrow. I won’t be here tomorrow, but someone will. Try then.’

‘What time would be best?’

‘Oh, any time, there’s always someone here.’

Laura, more confused than ever, thanks the girl and walks out of the salon. As she does so, she feels compelled to return inside to ask why she can’t be seen now, but when she re-enters, the girl is gone. Against her better judgement, more out of curiosity than any expectation of getting her nails done, she vows to return tomorrow.

**

And so shall we. No idea where this is heading, but that’s half the fun 🙂

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9 responses to “The Appointment”

  1. Mandie Hines

    Oh good, there’s more coming. I thought you were going to end it there, Ben. This salon sounds like a weird front.
    You’ve piqued my interest. Can’t wait to see where this goes.
    Also, I find it humorous that you tagged this post with nails. Bet you didn’t imagine you’d ever be tagging your stories with that.

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    1. Ha! No, I did not but then I’m never quite sure what I’m doing with tags

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  2. Eccentric Muse

    What a weird salon! I am definitely intrigued by this.

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    1. Me too! An update tomorrow I think

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      1. Eccentric Muse

        I’ll look forward to it!

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  3. MRivers

    I lived in Chicago for about five years. For three of those years, I passed a perpetually empty, fully stocked hair salon on my walk to the local grocery store. Yet, in the glass, front door, a neon ‘open’ sign stayed lit… Will be following along as you discover what this one’s about.

    Also, I can never get enough of people saying ‘Oh, my days.’ We don’t get it much stateside, so it’s always a nice, little treasure.

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    1. There are always these places that intrigue. Then there’s those that seem perfectly legit but you have no idea how they survive because, well, how could they? I’m going to do some more on this one tomorrow I think 🙂 (Love Chicago, by the way. Went there 18 months ago for the weekend to watch a couple of Blackhawks games. One off the bucket list.)

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  4. […] This is Part Two of The Appointment, one of several short stories that appear to be developing at the moment. Click here for Part One. […]

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  5. […] Part 1 of The Appointment is here, while you can read part 2 right here.  More to come from this obviously, although your guess is as good as mine 🙂 […]

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