Hazia’s Reflections

I better not disclose what (or who) inspired this story but I’m trying to weave a modern fairy tale here. Either that or play up the angel and devil theme:)

2 Saturdays ago, when I visited my instructor, he was in the middle of one of his writing workshops. Before I knew it, I was roped in into the class. The students started asking me questions about writing, writing group, etc. I told them both groups I have are not working out: 1)Not everybody is writing - one story per month is too much for them and 2) Their comments aren’t useful to me. They merely scratch the surface, nothing like ripping the story apart like what my instructor does.

One good question was ‘ how do you know the quality of your writing?’ Simple, I said I compare my work with renowned authors and know that I still have a long, long, long way to go. LOL! I had to excuse myself to go for a very late lunch.

Road to Sin - 1st cut

She takes a deep breath and enters her colleague’s room. That morning, she specially dons her soft peach Baju Kurung, knowing that it makes her look both sweet and elegant. With their board meeting coming up next week, she foresees hours of discussion with Mr Gorgeous.

He has on a plain grey shirt and dark blue tie. He gestures towards the chair opposite his desk, asking her to sit down. He lays a stack of papers in front of her. She starts reading. “I think this will be an interesting project. A Taiwanese partner will take us far, something we’ve never done before,” she says. “Yes. I’m really excited about it.”

They talk some more. She plays with her dangling silver earrings. His eyes follow her delicate fingers. She pushes her long straight hair to the sides and tilts her head back. He watches her, his angelic face shines with innocence as always. She continues speaking, but her mind is elsewhere. Every time she is with him, every movement feels sinful. His eyes fall on her creamy neck, her luscious lips, her deep set eyes. She feels like the devil herself seducing an unsuspecting angel.

It started innocently of course. He was new and he needed a confidante. She was sick with the uninspiring environment and lack of intelligence. Complacency is the word, people have been with the company for years and were ancient in their thinking. She was about to die from boredom. Alas, entered the exciting knight, tall and handsome. He is like a breath of fresh air, splashing dashes of colours to everything that he touches.

Something she feels like Rapunzel, waiting to be rescued. And he has built a rope from her long hair down the locked tower to set her free.

She could not get him out of her mind…

(continue)