Joy of Writing - Story 1

It was Tuesday, but I was not expecting anything to be happening today. I had been told that it was a day off from work, so I was relaxing without having to do the usual work from home stuff. But just as my coffee was finally finishing from the Aero Press the door bell rang. Odd, no one ever comes to see me anymore since I was diagnosed. 

I slowly got up and shuffled to the door and looked out through the peep hole. There was no-one there. Looking out again just in case, I really could not see anyone, so I slowly opened the door leaving the security chain in place. I still could not see anyone, so I took the chain off and opened the door fully.

There, in front of me was a beautiful redhead in a black suit. 

 “Are you Logan Murphy?” She asked looking at a tablet in her hand. 

 “Yea, at least I think I still am.” I replied puzzled at how she suddenly appeared there. 

 “And you have been waiting for a cure for a while I suspect.” She said tapping on her tablet. 

 “I don’t understand, “ I said confused, “ I thought my condition was incurable and I was to be isolated here forever. “ 

 “Well that has all changed, and I was sent to get you. Can you be ready in 10 minutes, a car has been ordered.” 

 “What do you mean?” I exclaimed “I have no idea what to do, I wasn’t prepared for anything like this. Is there really a cure?” 

 The redhead just stood there “Listen, you need to come with me immediately, I don’t know any more than you do, I was just sent to get you. They told me not to worry about infection, so I assume there must be a cure. 

 At this point, I realized that I really did not care about anything else. I had reconciled myself to living on my own in my little government supplied apartment for the few years I had left and doing their menial “Work”. Now this girl was telling me I might have a second chance. 

 “I’m ready, let’s go I exclaimed, this is amazing. Where do we have to go? 

 “I have no idea, I am only the messenger, the car is downstairs waiting for us.” She explained. 

 As I closed the door and locked it, I realized that I had not been out of the apartment for five years, and I had no idea what to expect. We walked down the hallway and she called the elevator which took us down to the lobby. Outside, a silver car stood at the curb with the back door open. 

As I got in, the door closed and I heard a loud hiss as the compartment was sealed.