@kingdonmicrofic day 1: confetti
my first time posting anything I've written in over two years... please be nice to me
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It was one of the more... absurd cases that the day shift staff had dealt with in a while.
To cut a long story short, for this woman’s fortieth birthday, her sister had flown in from Spain to surprise her. The plan had been for her to jump out of an oversized birthday cake prop, but the person who ordered said prop had failed to mention that it came with built-in confetti cannons, which had gone off just as the surprise was supposed to happen. The rest of the story wrote itself, really.
They’d been finding confetti for the rest of the day. In the most random places, as well. Underneath a phone in the hub. Stuck to the bottom of an eye wash station. Caught in a privacy curtain.
Mel had never been so relieved to have finished a shift.
“I hope I never see another piece of confetti again after that...” She lamented to Frank as they drove home.
Thankfully, the excellent custodial staff had kept the ER a confetti-free zone from that point on. Freedom lasted approximately four days.
“Babe, what are you doing? We gotta go...” Frank found Mel in the laundry room of their new house, frantically searching through their dryer.
“None of my t-shirts are clean.” Mel fretted, eventually pulling out an appropriate cream cotton shirt. “We’ve been so busy sorting out the house that neither of us have actually had a chance to do any laundry.”
It was true. Frank was on day two of the same shirt, wearing enough deodorant to successfuly smother the vaguely musty scent it had accumulated. They’d been in their new place for a week, and the laundry Mel was sifting through had been the first load they’d done in the new machine.
“Ok.” Mel said breathily, smoothing down the creases in her t-shirt. “Ready.”
Something on the collar of her t-shirt caught Frank's eye. Was that- silver? God, it was a piece of confetti, identical to the kind that the surprise cake lady had come covered in.
Mel was going to freak when she realised it had made it home with them.
“Wait just a second. Don’t move a muscle.” Frank whispered to her, taking tentative steps towards her like it was a spider on her shirt instead of an innoccuous piece of confetti. He reached a gentle hand over and gently removed it from her neckline. “There. All good.”
Mel looked down, horror spreading across her face as she watched the tiny silver piece of plastic fall to the floor. “Jesus christ, is that confetti?”
“It’s fine. No need to worry about it.”
But Mel was already on a warpath. She picked up the offensive confetti and marched it over to the large trash can in the kitchen, burying it deep to stop any chance of it escaping back into the house.
“No. Now there’s no need to worry about it.”
God, Frank was falling more and more in love with living with Mel every day.