Stella have always been a great fan of thriller or suspense movies. As a kid, she always enacted those scenes where she would be a detective, solving some cryptic message, or following the Crime suspect or resolving some murder mystery. Her dream job was to be a CIA Agent, or some laid back private detective. Though what she was doing was being a cashier at a general store named Danville’s Cart. She hated her job, when her friends moved on with their further studies, she was stuck scanning bar codes, counting cash, swiping cards. She is a very happy and cheerful girl, but at this store she was always grumpy. She has already been ousted from 3 different jobs in a year. She always be in some whimsical world of her own. She is more interested in the mysteries, like according to her the old lady walking stick has diamonds, she is smuggling, and no one but Stella can catch her. The fat lady and her skinny husband, they aren’t really couples, they are pretending to be one, to disguise, and they smuggle drugs in Cereal packs. For a 21 year old, her imaginations were fictitious, but it’s Stella, not an ordinary girl, she smells crime.
She was amidst her fantasy, when hubbub spread over the store. She couldn’t really understand at first, but she saw a man running out of the story with a knife and some bag. Without a second thought she paced toward him, and while she was running she asked a fella “What’s the tumult about?”
“Her stole her purse, and injured her arm with knife”
“Call 911..” and she was off behind that theif. That theif ran off in his car, and she stopped a cab, commanded the driver “Follow that Car” (Oh that sounds so tantalising)
She was on the edge of her seat, and she had this wide smile on her face. She had never been so excited, it was her dream come true. She felt like a Cop, and she wanted to try her practiced karate moves on this theif.
She bribed the driver to speed up the cab, and he did. The universe was with her in fulfilling her dreams. It was her day. (I’ll refer to the theif as suspect) That’s what Stella mentally told herself. The suspect reached the end of the lane, and tried getting inside some frail building that probably is empty. Stella was scared but determined. It was her time to shine, to prove herself that she can accomplish her dreams. She handed the driver some extra cash, got down and rushed towards the building. She didn’t know where he went, and she tried to sense him. She was cautious but she was confident that she can handle the situation. She has watched plenty of thriller movies in English, Japanese, French. She calmed herself down and breathed in to hear the voices. She heard some footsteps on the floor above. She carefully climbed the staircase to not make any sound. She heard some loud breathing and she knew, she can tackle this. She reached that empty floor, and he was there at the far end, pointing knife in her direction. He is a clumsy guy, with skinny body, messy hair, stubble on his jaw, sweaty forehead, and loud breathing. She casually and bravely walked closer to him.
“Lady! Closer you get to me, closer you are to death”
“Alright! I am not afraid”
“Don’t come closer or..or..I may kill you”
“Kill me I say”
He was now quivering. She was at a distance of 3 metres from him when she swirled around twice and in a nanosecond her foot was on his jaw, and the kick was so hard, that his mouth started bleeding a bit. He was on the floor by the jolt of her kick. His knife slided to a distance of 10 metres from him, and he struggled getting up when she kicked him on his nose with her knee. He dropped unconscious. She proudly picked the old lady’s purse, called 911 to inform them of the incidence. She was a hero now, and yes! this led to her admission in the New York Police department.
P.S. Life is too short to fear about failure, live your dreams, you would love your life more.