Alex Taylor's Reflective Essay: Closing The Door
Alex Taylor walked out of the hospital building, smoothly avoiding the workers rushing around her. Stepping out into the building she began to make her way towards the car park in order to find her trusted car. Reaching the car, she put her hand into her pocket and pulled out her keys, shoving the car key into the lock and turned it. She pulled the door open, not having to worry if she hit anyone else's car as none where parked near hers. She reached over the steering wheel to the glove box and her hand moved around trying to feel out what she'd left in there.
Her hand hit the butt of her firearm, she quickly moved around that as she couldn't remember if she left it loaded or not. Her hand quickly grabbed onto her pack of cigarettes and the lighter was just to the left of them. She pulled the two …show more content…
items out of her glove box and slammed the lid for it closed.
She lifted the lid of the carton with her right hand and pulled one of the cigarettes out with her left hand. She threw the carton onto the passenger side seat of her car, lifted the cigarette and placed it between her lips. She moved the lighter up to the cigarette and flicked it. A small flame came from the lighter, and she brought it up to the cigarette. The cigarette lit up, she closed the lighter and placed it in on the dash of her car.
Closing the door for her car, she walked around to the front of the car and pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. She took a drag of the cigarette and pulled it out of her mouth, while she unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contacts to find the one she was looking for. She jumped onto the hood of her car.
She took another drag of the cigarette as she listened to the ringing of the phone. Her legs swung backwards and forwards off the side of her car.
"I hope this is right" Alex quietly muttered, she hadn't called this number since she was last here.
"Max Taylor" the voice who answered the phone said.
"Heya Maxie, you still work in House 87, right?" Alex said between drags of her cigarette.
"Yea? Why?"
"I was just wondering."
"Wait Alex.
Why?"
"No reason".
Alex quickly hung up her phone, and placed it into her back pocket.
And she jumped off the hood of her car and dropped her cigarette on the ground, and stood on it, twisting it into the ground.
She opened up the driver’s side door and sat behind the wheel. She lifted the lighter off the dash and the carton off the passenger seat, held them in one hand and opened the glove compartment with her other. She threw them in, and they hit the butt of her firearm. For a split second, Alex thought that the firearm would discharge thus leading to an interesting conversation with her insurance company and why she had a loaded firearm, off safety, in her glove box.
Thankfully there wasn't a sound.
She closed the car door and put the car key into the ignition. She leaned over to the glove box and pulled her firearm out. Her nimble fingers easily made work of taking it apart, the magazine smoothly slipped out of the gun. She saw that it was completely full. She then returned it to the car's glove box. The magazine was resting on top of the body of the firearm. She lifted out her sunglasses and placed them on her
face.
She slammed the lid for the compartment closed and she turned the key's in the ignition and after a few revs of the engine, she pulled out of her parking space and began driving out of her space.
Alex missed being able to drive around her home city, even though she wasn't born here, she considers it to be her home.
It didn't take long for her to drive across the city as she was driving during the times people should be either in work or in school.
The windows were rolled down and one hand was tightly clasped onto the steering wheel and the other arm was hanging out the window.
The fresh breezing was hitting against her face and pushing her dark chocolate hair off her face and her arm. With the arm that was lying out the window, she lifted it and pushed her hair back.
She let her arm fall out her back out the window and allowed it to flow with the wind.
Her hand hit the butt of her firearm, she quickly moved around that as she couldn't remember if she left it loaded or not. Her hand quickly grabbed onto her pack of cigarettes and the lighter was just to the left of them. She pulled the two …show more content…
items out of her glove box and slammed the lid for it closed.
She lifted the lid of the carton with her right hand and pulled one of the cigarettes out with her left hand. She threw the carton onto the passenger side seat of her car, lifted the cigarette and placed it between her lips. She moved the lighter up to the cigarette and flicked it. A small flame came from the lighter, and she brought it up to the cigarette. The cigarette lit up, she closed the lighter and placed it in on the dash of her car.
Closing the door for her car, she walked around to the front of the car and pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. She took a drag of the cigarette and pulled it out of her mouth, while she unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contacts to find the one she was looking for. She jumped onto the hood of her car.
She took another drag of the cigarette as she listened to the ringing of the phone. Her legs swung backwards and forwards off the side of her car.
"I hope this is right" Alex quietly muttered, she hadn't called this number since she was last here.
"Max Taylor" the voice who answered the phone said.
"Heya Maxie, you still work in House 87, right?" Alex said between drags of her cigarette.
"Yea? Why?"
"I was just wondering."
"Wait Alex.
Why?"
"No reason".
Alex quickly hung up her phone, and placed it into her back pocket.
And she jumped off the hood of her car and dropped her cigarette on the ground, and stood on it, twisting it into the ground.
She opened up the driver’s side door and sat behind the wheel. She lifted the lighter off the dash and the carton off the passenger seat, held them in one hand and opened the glove compartment with her other. She threw them in, and they hit the butt of her firearm. For a split second, Alex thought that the firearm would discharge thus leading to an interesting conversation with her insurance company and why she had a loaded firearm, off safety, in her glove box.
Thankfully there wasn't a sound.
She closed the car door and put the car key into the ignition. She leaned over to the glove box and pulled her firearm out. Her nimble fingers easily made work of taking it apart, the magazine smoothly slipped out of the gun. She saw that it was completely full. She then returned it to the car's glove box. The magazine was resting on top of the body of the firearm. She lifted out her sunglasses and placed them on her
face.
She slammed the lid for the compartment closed and she turned the key's in the ignition and after a few revs of the engine, she pulled out of her parking space and began driving out of her space.
Alex missed being able to drive around her home city, even though she wasn't born here, she considers it to be her home.
It didn't take long for her to drive across the city as she was driving during the times people should be either in work or in school.
The windows were rolled down and one hand was tightly clasped onto the steering wheel and the other arm was hanging out the window.
The fresh breezing was hitting against her face and pushing her dark chocolate hair off her face and her arm. With the arm that was lying out the window, she lifted it and pushed her hair back.
She let her arm fall out her back out the window and allowed it to flow with the wind.