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A Day in the Life of John E. Smith (part 2)

file0001168789062British Narrator: Welcome back to another episode of “Lifestyles We’ll Never Understand.” Last week, we tailed John E. Smith through his morning routine up until he found out he lost his work. Let’s pick up where we left off. John is still sitting at his messy desk as he pulls out his smartphone and calls on his critique partner.

John: (frantic voice) It’s gone, Joe! It’s all gone! (pause) No . . . What? You do? . . . You have everything that I emailed you last week. (loud sigh) That means I only lose 3 days of work. I can do 3 days. (scribble sounds) What? Oh, yes. I’m here. Gotta go.

Narrator: John sets the phone down and begins to scribble furiously. His brow is creased in concentration. And then . . . there’s a knock at the door. John glances up, but keeps writing. The doorbell rings.

John: For cryin’ out loud!

Narrator: John slams his pencil on the desk and stomps to the door. It’s the FedEx delivery guy.

FedEx Guy: I have a package for John E. Smith.

John: Yeah, yeah. Give it here. (door slams)

FedEx Guy: (muffled) You’re welcome!

Narrator: John tears into the box to find his critique partner’s newly published book, “At Last.” He narrows his eyes and curls his lip.

John: Aren’t you so cool? You finally got your name on a cover.

Narrator: He tosses the book on the side table by the couch and trudges to his office once again. He sinks into the chair with a sigh.

John: I’m never going to get published. Joe is such a great writer.

Narrator: John continues this depressing tantrum for a bit, complete with bashing his head on the desk a few times. But then, somehow, he pulls himself together, flexes his fingers, and then picks up the pencil. The only sound is the scratching of lead on paper. A few minutes go by, and then Tolstoy appears in the doorway.

John: Not now, Tolstoy. I’m working.

(whining dog sound)

Narrator: John continues to ignore the dog, but Tolstoy continues to whine, even lets out a couple yaps. John’s face contorts in a fit of anger.

John: Fine!

Narrator: He leaps out of the chair and runs to the door with the dog close at his heels.

John: And stay out!

(door slams)

Narrator: John makes his way back to his desk quickly. He sets down and pulls up a document on his computer and begins typing.

(ringing phone)

Narrator: John’s eye begins to twitch. He seethes quietly, his face turning a bright red.

(ringing phone)

John: Aaaaahhhh!

(cracking sound followed by garbled electronic notes)

Narrator: John has thrown his cell phone against the wall! With a relieved smile, he turns back to his computer as if nothing had just happened. John, what are you feeling right now? (long pause) His eyes–oh–I’ve never seen anything like them. A madman’s eyes. (shuffling sound) Okay, John–everything is fine. We’ll just . . . Oh, no, please! (scream)

(dead air)

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About Ralene Burke

Whether she’s wielding a fantasy writer’s pen, a freelance editor’s sword, or a social media wand, Ralene Burke always has her head in some dreamer’s world. And her goal is to make it SHINE! She has worked for a variety of groups, including Realm Makers, The Christian PEN, Kentucky Christian Writers Conference, and as an editor for a number of freelance clients. Her first novel, Bellanok, is being published as a 4-part serial! When her head’s not in the publishing world, she is wife to a veteran and homeschooling mama to their three kids. Her Pinterest board would have you believe she is a master chef, excellent seamstress, and all around crafty diva. If she only had the time . . .

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