Lola's Maureen



Lola was supposed to have been married by now-- she thought-- she should have had her first child and currently be giving orders to some guys at the warehouse to deliver goods to her customers, while seated in her office, in a form-fitting yellow two-piece, with a picture of her husband on her desk and a Stanley Cup right beside it, filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. 

She sighed as she jolted into reality and attended to the next customer. Her diary must be so ashamed of her. Everything she had written down- goals, plans, dreams...nothing had worked out. I mean here she was, dealing with a crappy boss and impatient customers, just trying to get through the day without numb fingers- which had always proven impossible. 

Half of her day was spent pulling out iced things from the freezer. Chicken, fish, drinks, even ice itself and her boss was a peach. 

Lola was determined to get a better life, but to her, a better life only started with...a white flowy dress, a man in a suit and with it, a promise of leaving lack behind. It was all she had known and believed.. Until one day... She met Maureen.

She quit her job, followed Maureen wherever she led, she relearned and realized that without a life of her own, she was incapable of enjoying life with a man in a suit. Maureen hit her hard. Stretched her thin. Celebrated her. 

Five and a half years later, few minutes before walking down the aisle, she looked at Maureen to thank her for showing her what things she was capable of. 

But.. She was looking in the mirror. 


Maureen was her. 


The version of her that knew that she was better, had better and deserved better than numb fingers and weak dependent dreams. The version of her that fought and won in five years, what she had struggled for her whole life. She smiled. 

'You did this girl', Maureen whispered proudly, 'Now go get us a husband to live and lead this beautiful life with us, not Lord it over us'. Tears streamed down her eyes and she said her vows and kissed her partner in matrimony. 

She woke up from her nap as her assistant knocked on her door, signalling the close of the business day... It was December. The holidays. And Maybe they would go to Singapore this year, they went to Iceland the last time..she would decide, because this time, it was her treat. 

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