The Burning Heater that sent Her Jogging.

How an abusive friend lost her power over her prey to health, fitness, and Love.

One year into the Pandemic, Celia couldn’t help laughing at all those joggers who had taken wise opportunity from the virus to embrace a new healthy life, heading to the Streets of London before sunrise to chase that awesome “joggers high”.

Nope. Instead, she had found a gaming buddy to be a regular at the arcades and shoot dinosaurs.

That day of September, Celia had mentioned to her buddy Lesly how much she missed her Japanese ex, how she was orbiting him online- and how much she wished she could find someone new.

To her appal, Lesly just said ” you must have done something wrong to lose Lee, and you won’t find a boyfriend here at the arcades”.

Suddenly, as the first dinosaur splurged with blood almost staining her t-shirt, Celia remembered she had left the heating on inside her room in her flat!

” I’ve got to run home!! the heater…. I forgot to switch it off… it can cause a fire…”

” Dont be silly, Celiannis! heaters don’t cause fire…”

For the first time she chose to ignore this bully, walk out on here and save her building from disaster.

No time to wait for a bus. She took her high heels off and ran barefoot all the way home, wishing she had never followed Lesly into smoking and drinking, and thinking she had to run as fast as she could, for there were children living in the building.

She had no breathe. She was dying like a dinosaur shot by Lesly.

She even threw away her 200 pound shoes on the way… just to be able to run faster.

Nobody on the street noticed she was barefoot- and she didn’t care either.

Twenty minutes later, oh my Goodness Thank You, there were no fire engines on her street, everything was quiet, no smoke smell… just an awful heat capable of roasting Leslys dinosaurs in five minutes.

Yes, she had left the heater at maximum level because Lesly had been calling her impatiently.

Funnily enough, that night she got a text from Lee asking her if she had rebuilt a new life?!

” You missed all the fun you looney, said Lesly, I beat the record and I had twelve three games, and some hot guys joined in… you wouldn’t have wanted to miss that even if your stuff was on fire!!!”

The next day Celia had excruciating pain up her shins and thighs. And the day after.

Three days later, before going to bed, she switched the heating off and wrote down

“Monday. 8 AM. Warm up, jogging, shower. Look for a job. Clean the heater.”

Like a divine order, her diary woke her up at 5 AM, for it has moved underneath her belly and was giving her dinosaur nightmares.

Celia got up, didn’t switch the heater on at all, and headed to Hyde Park to experience the mysterious joys those go-getters had every morning.

She remembered her shoes, 200 quid! but this didn’t stop her. She could only jog for 6 minutes the first day, 7 the next, and after three months she’s now doing 40 minutes plus dancing lessons after her new job…. at the shop where she bought the heater!

Yes, indeed. She wanted to warn all the customers never to leave a heater unattended.

How about the shoes? Well, this is the best bit. An elderly lady had picked them up and told a bus driver a woman in distress had threw them away, and she pointed at Celia.

After difficult efforts to find her, Sean, the bus driver accidentally bumbed into Celia and told her they had her shoes. He gave her an amazing tour of the Bus Central station and asked her out.

Lesly was furious, but when she burst into tears after 3 months not seeing her friend a tenderly bone emerged to surface, and she told Celia that she had always felt for her as a sister and missed her friendship greatly. She said she would sign up for dancing lessons with her.

Soon Sean found a match for Lesly, and on New Years’ Eve they all went to shoot dinosaurs… in 500 pound High heels!!!

The End.

Based on a true story.

Thanks for reading!

Please Share….

For more Humour please click here.

Author: sandrasimagination

I grew up reading books, taking dancing lessons and in a way looking for trouble! My Big Dream came true at age 29. Having broad life and work experience, I am comfortable in my shoes and wild in my imagination, which I share here and in my Books and Art. Updating on average every week, so keep checking out! Follow me!!!

Leave a Reply

You cannot copy content of this page
%d bloggers like this: