The day started with the usual. I woke up and made a delicious cup of coffee, had a bagel toasted with cream cheese, a glass of orange juice and then watched the 7:00 o’clock news.
I knew already about the blood and the note. I was called by my editor in the wee hours of the morning and got to the scene. Police were still there searching for evidence and clues and I furiously took notes of everything I saw.
I spent 3 hours watching, interviewing, recording, photographing. I needed this story to print by the morning edition of the --------- weekly. I hurried home trying to keep my notes away from the damp drizzle that soon drenched my entire figure.
At home, the clothes peeled off my body in the way wet clothes do, you know, the stick-to-your-body-tight kind of way. After a super quick shower I typed up a draft that I was almost content with, emailed it to Jake, my editor, before passing out on the couch still in my boxers.
Somehow I was still able to get up today and as I watched the news I compared it to the paper I had on my lap. My story captured the mood of the night, the lights flashing, the looks on the officers faces, and really the entire scene better than the news story. By a long shot.
“This will make Susan happy,” I texted Jake. He worked wonders on my story and it came out incredibly. The picture I chose to go with it was even good for my standards.
I smiled to myself, thinking about the rivalry between the channel 5 news team and our staff at -------- Weekly. This time they were second best, thanks to me being willing to go out in the downpour and get the full scoop.
I usually cover the shitty, novel stories which are so formulaic that I could basically write them in my sleep at this point. I got into journalism to do the big, heavy hitting news stories and this was my first real chance. And I killed it.
I looked down at my casio analog watch, jumped to my feet and started getting dressed. I had to take Tug for a walk before I left. I buttoned up my shirt, slid on my blazer and strolled out, locking the apartment behind me. I walked Tug to the bus stop and across to serenity where they have a little dog bowl outside. He lapped the water up greedily, even though he had just drank from a puddle right outside Winthrop Place.
I peeked inside Serenity but didn't see anyone I knew besides Beth behind the counter.
I waved and pulled Tug back to Winthrop so I could get to work.