This post on Remember her November inspired this little story.
Annie was exhausted by the time she got home. She had pulled a 16 hour shift and it had been a hectic 16 hours almost from the moment she got to work. She had needed to leave when she had or there was a real chance of falling asleep on the job and that just would not do. It was just before midnight when she got home.
She slipped the key into the lock and made herself feel a little melancholy knowing that there was no one on the other side who would welcome her home. She let out a short sarcastic laugh, in her mind home was a place that was warm and welcoming, the smells of habitation and the noise of people, this place had none of those things and so really was not home in her sense of the word.
The door opened and the darkness of her apartment stood before her, she stepped in, placed her bag on the floor, turned on the small side lamp, closed and locked the door and kicked of her shoes with an audible sigh. She had been on her feet for most of the time she had been at work and her shoes, which were new, had pinched and rubbed in all the wrong places.
As she walked down the hallway the 3 tall windows in her living room showed her impressive views over London, Thousands of buildings lit up before her. She stepped into the kitchen and made herself a mug of hot tea then leant again a wall in one of alcoves at the windows, it was amazing really, the view always allowed her imagination to run riot, and even now as she felt alone and lonely a faint smile pulled at her mouth as her eyes drank in the view before her.
Everything looked so small from up here, she could make out car headlights and street lamps; office buildings lit up like a Christmas tree and although she couldn’t see them she knew that her eyes glanced over thousands of people going about their business on the streets and in the buildings in front of her.
She sighed, how could she feel so lonely in a city full of people? She looked up to the sky, it was a cloudless evening and if it wasn’t for the light pollution she was sure that the stars would take her breath away had she been witnessing them from somewhere in the countryside, maybe with him by her side holding her hand and she would smile as she glanced at the heavens and drank in the view of the galaxy of which she was part.
She stood there for maybe 30 minutes, slowly sipping her tea and trying to relax after her hectic day. She began to feel sleepy so drew her curtains, put the half-finished tea in the kitchen and made her way to the bedroom. She undressed, pulled back the quilt and sank into the nice cold covers, she was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
Do you get anything from this picture? Is it just a bit meh for you or do you find something rich and interesting in it? Please share your thoughts either way.
Whilst in my head I can imagine each and every action, I can see the lighting even I still feel that I cannot get that vision, or those feelings down on (virtual) paper, reading back it feel like a flat story devoid of any feeling or emotion. I have not been able to write “properly” for a long time 😦