My New Story (para. III)

She walks into her apartment and immediately kicks off her pumps. Flicking the light switch, she sees her cat Jasper stretching on the couch, preparing himself to greet her in his usual fashion. He rubs his warm body across her legs, intertwining himself between them and using his tail to tickle the space behind her knees as Caitlynn stands by the stove in the kitchen, turning on a burner for the kettle. She untucks her blouse from her skirt and begins to undo the buttons as she makes her way to her bedroom. In a matter of seconds, she emerges in a large New York Giants tee shirt and navy blue sweat pants, her cranberry red hair finger combed up and tied in a loose ponytail, and flip flops, exposing her crimson toes, matching her hair. The whistling of the kettle causes Jasper to let out a low, soft meow. The aroma of honey and peppermint quickly fill the air of her tine studio apartment. Caitlynn takes a deep breath before each sip of her teat, closing her eyes and imagining herself in a different place during a different time. She loses herself in her hot cup of freedom.

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a new story (para. II)

The bus arrives at last and, like any other Monday, it’s packed. Fully understanding that there will be no seat for her, Caitlynn stands close to the rear exit of the bus and tries her best to keep her balance as the vehicle jerks her and everyone on board at every stop and streetlight. School kids, pregnant women, elderly people, and the typical businessmen all surround her. But they pay no mind. In their world, she is just a tiny piece of biological matter, floating about trying to find her own meaning in the world. They see her, standing alone and lost in her own daydreams, but they will never care about the radiance hidden beneath her conventional and boring shell. A few moments pass and Caitlynn exits the bus leaving her fantasies of a better life by the rear door, where she once stood. Holding her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder she performs her usual circus act of balancing three kinds of coffee, a pack of cigarettes, dry cleaning, and four different newspapers everywhere else, scrabbling in the misty rain with all of her boss’s “necessities” before walking into the office. She gives a half-assed good morning to the security guard and she’s on the elevator. Finally making it to her desk, more than 20 minutes late, Caitlynn quickly tries to get herself situated and ready for the long day ahead of her. Seven appointments, five cups of coffee, one lousy soup for lunch, and eight cigarettes breaks later, she’s ready to go home. “I just need to finish this last portfolio and then I can finally leave this hellhole” she thought to herself, as the remaining hour of her day slowly inched by. Everyday has the same routine and the same results. Tired feet, achy back begging for a bath, and a headache to last almost the entire evening.

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A new story

I have finally started writing again and I am happy to say that it is NOT more poerty. I love poems. I love emotions on paper. I love metaphors and double meanings. I love making things up to express what my heart feels and disguising it in a rhyme scheme. But I need something more than that. I'm writing a story. Making everything up as i go along. I have no idea what its about, who is in it, or what happens. All of these things will be discovered as I write them. I have a bit more than a page typed up on my computer, but since I know that I'll be editing and revising many things over and over, I will only share what I have down so far in paragraph increments. Here's the first one. "It's Raining again. Most days I like the rain but today......*sigh*, today is just one of those days when I'm angry at myself for getting out of bed". These are the thoughts that ramble about in Caitlynn's mind as she waits for her 6:18 bus to work. A jod that she not only detests but can't seem to find a way out of. Sitting behind a desk, answering an ever-ringing phone, taking messages and filing papers for endless hours on top of running errands in cheap shoes is enough to make anyone want to quit. Not to mention the fact that her employer is a total pig and makes vulgar remarks about anything with legs and breasts. Its 6:27 and the bus is nowhere in sight. Two inch heels and a pencil skirt were maybe no the best choice in attire for a day like this. Large blobs of rain fall heavy onto the pavement, exploding and splashing up Caitlynn's pale legs. Her hair begins to slightly frizz from the moisture in the air and, of course, she forgot her umbrella at home. The air is the rain coming down sideways with no signs of letting up. What a horrible first day of the workweek.

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