Short Story: Baldric White

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It was a normal morning in New York City. People were starting to leave their apartments and getting ready for another busy Monday at work. Baldric White was walking down Columbus Avenue. He was wearing his ordinary black suit, nothing really fancy, but still classy. He was heading to work, and as always, decided to walk. He enjoys walking in this cold February weather, watching everybody go to work and continue with their busy lives. This particular morning, Baldric had gotten up early, he didn’t wanted to be late for work. He had being waiting for this day all of his live. He passed the local shops and took his normal route to work. The streets were still empty, which made his trajectory easier. He took a left on fifty-seventh street and then turned on fifty-eighth. He kept walking, until he reached Central Park south. Thats why Baldric loved working in the Podunk Times, the spectacular view from his office to the famous green grounds was simply priceless.
He reached the entrance of the ten story grey building. He pulled the door open and instantly smelled that warm freshly baked donut odor coming from the cafeteria. He took his coat off and headed for the elevator. He clicked the up button and waited for about thirty-seconds for the lift to arrive. Once he entered he clicked on the sixth floor, thats were most of the journalist like him worked. Finally the doors open and the familiar ding sound was heard. Baldric said hi to all his colleagues, but he wasn’t really paying attention to them, he was focused on something else. He kept walking and passed his office, he was heading to his boss, Bob Jackson, office. Once he got there, Baldric saw that he was sitting drinking his usual double shot expresso coffee, when he opened the ...

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...m sorry, we got really deep into our conversation,” said Baldric.

Alessandra snatched the car key from Baldric’s hand and gave him a flirtatious look and got in the car. Thats why Baldric loved her, there was something about her, something special that made her different from any other girl. Baldric got in the car and they left the mansion, heading towards his apartment.

Alessandra had being several times at Baldrics’ place. When they got there Baldric cooked dinner. He was a very good chef and had a wide knowledge on culinary arts. While he was doing this, Alessandra set the table. After several hours of cooking, they finally sat down and enjoyed the great stakes that Baldric had prepared. They chatted for a while. Talked about work, and how Alessandra was doing working in his fathers company. They talked about sports and drank some wine after finishing diner.

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