Veronikah Stovers walked down the street aimlessly to her apartment builiding. It was 7:30 and she had just gotten off work, so she was tired. All she wanted to do was get home, make herself dinner, take a quick shower and be off to bed. Then she'd get to talk to her fiance, David Clark. She and David had met at a party one night three years ago. They had been dating ever since and five months ago David had proposed. Veronikah couldn't wait until they got married.
Well, at this point in time, she didn't know that they wouldn't be getting married anytime soon in this lifetime.
Veronikah walked up to her front door and slipped the key into the lock. She walked into her apartment to find the same junk all over the floor as she did this morning.
"Tomorrow morning it's cleaning time" she thought to herself. Veronikah hated cleaning, she had been that way most of her life. She thought it was a thing that passed through her dad's side of the family, featuring her mom always wanted things perfect.
"Thank god I moved out of that house seven years ago!" She couldn't stand how her mother was a clean freak. She felt sorry for her little brother, Jason, and her little sister, Krista, that still lived under her mother's rules. One day she wanted to rescue them from that freaky place.
She walked back to her room and threw down her purse on her bed. She sat down in a chair and took off her shoes. Minutes later she was in and out of the shower.
"I think that shower really did me some good," she thought as the phone rang. She looked at the called i.d. that read M.D.S. Inc. She picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes, may we please speak to a Miss Veronikah Stovers?"
"This is she."
"Yes Miss Stovers, were from M.D.S. Inc, would you like to sign up for one of our computer programs? It's only $29.95 to sign up for the gold plan and you get-" The telemarketer was only halfway through her sentence when Veronikah cut her off.
"Listen, I do not want to sign up for any plan! Your business has called me everyday for the past two weeks asking me that! Why don't you go find a real job for your own good and stop calling me! Ugh you telemarketers make me want to go insane!" Veronikah slammed the phone back down and stomped toward the kitchen.
"Get ahold of yourself, Roni, you need to calm down. Just a bad day, That's all."
She thought this was a bad day, just wait until tomorrow.
After making herself dinner, she threw herself on the bed and picked up the cordless phone. She dialed the familiar number of 552-945-0976. It rang three times before David picked up.
"Hello sweetie. Let me guess, those telemarketers called you again, so you told then they needed to get a life or you told them to go get a real job, is that correct? Their driving you crazy, aren't they?"
"Honey, you know me too well for your own good!" Veronikah laughed. "Yes, I also told them that I didn't want any plan of their's and that they better stop calling me. You left that part out, dearie."
"Oh yes, I must have forgotten. Well anyways, did you have a good day?"
"Not really. Frank wants me to go get an assistant. I told him I could handle this modeling project by myself, but he dosn't believe me. I know he dosn't want me to work too hard, then stress myself out all before the wedding, and I know he's just tring to look out for me. But I told him I could handle it and that if I needed an assistant I would start looking for one." Veronikah said, all in one breath.
"That's always like you, sweetie, always staying strong. Well I need to go, I have to work tomorrow again. Call me tomorrow morning when you wake up, ok? You know tomorrow is Saturday and I wanna do something with you."
"Ok, I will sweetie. I love you, buh bye."
"Love ya too. Bye"
Veronikah settled herself into bed, thinking life was good. Life was good.
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The next morning at 10:15 A.M., Veronikah's home phone started ringing. She opened her eyes just barely enough to see the clock and the sunlight streaming though the curtains. She looked at the called i.d., and it said Witchita Falls Police Department. She sat up and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said in between yawns.
"Yes, This is Officer James Brown from the Witchita Falls Police Department, may I please speak to Miss Veronikah Stovers?"
"This is she..." said Veronikah, starting to get worried.
"Yes, Miss Stovers. I hate to be the one to tell you this, and I know this is going to be hard. But at 9:52 this morning, your fiance was involved in an accident. I'm so sorry, Miss Stovers, but your fiance David didn't make it. He died instantly."
Veronikah dropped the phone. She sat there staring into space. She had just been told that her future husband was dead. He died this morning. If only she had gotten up thirty minutes ago, none of this wouldn't have happened. Everything would be fine. She didn't want to face reality now. But this could be a dream. Yes, Veronikah, this is all a dream.
But it wasn't a dream. David was dead.
