”St Petersburg Art Gallery, John speaking” he said in a chirpy happy voice
“How may I assist you?” I clear my throat, stumbling a little on the words I say “I’m Edward, I’m calling about the advertisement hanging in the window at the Corner Store about your job opening”
“Just a moment, ill check with my supervisor” he responds.
This moment was possibly the longest moment I could’ve experienced, i guess it would’ve been as long as the moment between the times my birth mother had rang the doorbell at the orphanage and the time it took for Mrs Hope to respond, when she left me there like a scrap of rubbish empty of information and unknown to even myself. It takes me a brief moment to realise, the man on the other end was talking to me, and I wipe away the salty tears running down my freckled cheeks, “sorry?” I say choking a little in an attempt to hide the fact that I am in fact sobbing.
“Can you come down tomorrow around 4pm?” he repeats in an almost annoyed tone.
I know to other people looking at me right now my face would probably look like a child at Christmas getting all the toys in the world imaginable, it lit up literally like a Christmas tree; I probably could’ve squealed but refrained from doing so. I barely slept that night, then again I hardly slept any nights, these were the moments I thought about every possibility and every question possible such as “How do they get those ships into those glass bottles?” or “Who is my Mum…my dad…maybe a brother or sister… or a pet?” Questions nobody could answer.
The alarm I had set went off bright and early, the sun had just touched the sky, brightening it with alluring and truly brilliant colours of orange gold. I head downstairs to find the my socks had completely torn right out the front exposing my uncut toenails and selective hairs growing unattractively from my large toe. “Great” I murmur. I had forgotten I have no formal attire to wear to this prestigious art gallery; I would be fired before I got hired. Unhopeful, at 3:15pm, I begin to walk barefoot down the pavement. It begins to rain, basically…