Romance

Love, Masks, and Social Distancing

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Synopsis

When Sam moved to London in the name of love, she never expected her heart to get dumped in the Thames like a bit of old trash. In addition to being single, broke, and homeless, an embarrassing workplace meltdown leaves the broken-hearted twenty-three-year-old newly unemployed. Bloody brilliant.

Deep down Sam knows that she’s the only one to blame. She always imagined she’d meet the perfect guy and live a fairytale life, but it’s becoming increasingly apparent that in this reality, she’s the pumpkin not the princess.

When a new job opportunity arises in Brighton, Sam decides this is her second chance. A new apartment, cool friends—perhaps even a chance at true love.

But as the wise women say, the best way to make God laugh is to tell Her your plans. Just as Sam is settling into her sparkly new life, a news report out of China announces the appearance of a strange and deadly virus.

Suddenly, being single and broke in London doesn’t seem so bad at all…

December 2019

Messages 

Text from Martin 


What time are you going to be home?

Martin

Read 3.24pm


Not until around 7, work is so busy today xx

Sam

Read 3.25pm


Look we need to talk. This isn’t working out. 

Martin

Read 3.25pm


What isn’t working? The flat? Yeah, it’s way too small! Maybe I can look into properties tonight xx

Sam

Read 3.27pm


No Sam. Us. I’m moving my stuff out tonight. 

Martin

Read 3.27pm


Wait, what the fuck!

Sam

Read 3.28pm


*Martin is Typing*


I’ve met someone. Someone who loves my poetry and really gets it. You know. 

Martin

Read 3.28pm



The University of London


Louise Thorn-bough 

Personal Representative 

Human Resources

The University of London

Senate House, 

Bloomsbury,

London WC1E 7HU


Samantha Duffy

Data Administration 

The University of London

Senate House, 

Bloomsbury,

London WC1E 7HU



Dear Ms Duffy, 


Late this afternoon we received quite a few complaints from your colleges about your recent behaviour. People have reported disruption of the workplace environment, damage to University property and a few members of staff have expressed concern for their own physical safety. 


We are aware that this is not typical behaviour on your behalf and have taken this into account. We are also mindful that mental health is a serious and important matter. Therefore we have decided against taking any legal action and will not be pressing charges for damage of property. Instead, we ask that you see our in-house psychologist. 


The health and safety of our employees are our top priority and will be terminating your contract with us immediately. 


Please clear out your desk by the end of the day, and give your key card and ID to the front desk. 



Louise Thorn-bough


Personal Representative


Human Resources 





To: Sam.Duffy@aol.com


From: Richards.Sally@London.ac.uk


Subject: Recap on First Session 


Hi Samantha, 


It was lovely meeting with you this afternoon. 


I am just emailing you a recap of our first therapy session to remind you of what was discussed and what is being required of you going forward. 


I have let the University know of your compliance and our arrangement of this matter. They have agreed that this is the best way to go about things. 


Don’t forget that the daily diary entries are mandatory and will have to be sent through to me every week. Any evidence that you have not been complying with this will be informed to legal where further action will be taken. 



Kind Regards, 


Dr Sally Richards. 





Journal of Sam Duffy

Day 1


How do I even fucking start! 

First, my boyfriend of two years breaks up with me through text! TEXT! He was the one who wanted us to move halfway around the world to live in London. “Oh, Sam, it will be great! It will make us even stronger blah blah blah” - that mother fucker. All because he thinks he’s an artist because he writes shitty poems, and New Zealand isn’t the place where his artistic talents can truly be expressed. What a load of bull shit. 

So what do I get for being a supportive girlfriend?? None existent savings, dumped and left for some random girl from his temp job and THEN I GET FIRED! FIRED!

I have never ever been fired. I am a polite and hardworking employee, only to be fired because..yeah I had a little yell, and yeah I might have broken my work computer and thrown some shit. But my god, can you blame me?! 

This day could not get any worse. I am on an hour-long train ride to get to my shitty studio apartment (that can barely fit a bed it’s that tiny), with my eyes so red and puffy from crying all day that I can barely see. I WISH I COULDN’T SEE! The little I can see out of my pufferfish eyes are 20 people starring at me with pity and whispering to each other. Oh god… 

I can’t even pay for my shitty rent by myself. 


I thought he loved me.


OMG, I thought those damn poems - the ones that actually weren’t half bad and fucking romantic were about me. But of course not! It was that office bitch. 


…she’s probably not a bitch. It’s not like she was the one who cheated. HE’s THE BITCH.


Now I’m here penniless, loveless, jobless and stuck writing this damn journal to help manage my ‘anger’ and ‘improve my mental health’. I DON’T HAVE ANGER PROBLEMS. I just got angry once! ONCE. 


About the author

Caroline Carter is a first time author, living in the UK. view profile

Published on November 08, 2020

30000 words

Genre: Romance

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