Dominic Eaton: LateMature

The party must have been good fun judging by the severity of the hangover I was now suffering from. I laid in bed squinting through the darkness and my hand groaping around on the bedside table in search of my mobile to check the time. The bright light emanating from the screen made my head throng which meant it took me three attempts to actually register the time it was showing.

The time read 10:46am. Then it hit me, like a metaphorical ton of bricks which clattered against my head making it pound even more than ever and making me want to go to sleep and never wake up. I was late. 

I leapt out of bed, ignoring the surge of sickness which lingered in the back of my throat, I swallowed it back with difficulty as the vomit surged upwards and I felt the back of my throat burn. I pulled on some work clothes and rushed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to sooth my throat.

“Morning sleepyhead, You’re up earlier than I anticipated. You going someone?” Elliot asked, leaning against the door frame to the kitchen, his hair mussed up from sleep.

I gulped down the remainder of my water noisily and wiped my mouth, “Yeah, work.”

“Oh, didn’t know you were working” he said and at this I gave him a cockeyed look,

“Don’t be daft, of course I am working, and I am late as it is. See you later man” I said patting his shoulder as I passed him.


My car skidded into the car park at work and I clambered out as quickly as I could. Car locked I legged it inside and down corridor after corridor, determined to reach my office as quickly as I could. The stuffy smell of the offices threatened to upset my stomach again and I took some steadying breaths and tried not to look flustered as familiar colleagues passed me in the narrow corridor leading up to my office.

“Dom, you missed the meeting this morning” A familiar feminine voice said from a room to my right. Annabelle was emerging from a meeting room, files clutched tightly in her hand.

“Yeah, sorry traffic was terrible and my alarm didn’t go off,” I said and at this she gave me a sceptical look. Annabelle was the team leader and was second in command when the boss was away with business and had a nack for telling when people were not being entirely truthful. This is what made her an extraordinary journalist. She nodded deciding that I was telling the truth and instructed me to go to my office and have a look at the pile of paperwork and emails that I had waiting for me and then get of with the top story for the evening which of course was the ongoing difficulties with the banks and building societies. I nodded.

As I walked away in the direction of my office, I groaned internally at the prospect of a really dull morning at the office but then an interview or two later for the news at six. That was the part of the job I loved the most, going out and bringing the news to the people and no hangover would stop me doing that!

The End

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