303; collections
Bekki’s apartment, though small, is as reflective of her as a tiny rented box that won’t allow her to paint the walls can be. When she was growing up, her father collected beer bottles (which isn’t to say he was an alcoholic, by any means; rather, he almost bought beer for the bottle if it was decorative enough) and had them displayed on top of the kitchen shelves, a decorative frieze of painted glass.
Her mother collected books on Craftsman architecture and design, and sometimes, she would attempt to work the style into their neat little house somehow, Tiffany lamps or curtains in that ubiquitous Craftsman green.
Bekki? She collects plenty of things. She collects Care Bears - not ashamed to admit it, nor to display them - even though she’s twenty-two and they’re “kid stuff.” (The same, she supposes, could be said of the twenty or so Hello Kitty buttons she proudly keeps pinned to a corkboard for show.) She collects theatre playbills (autographed) and t-shirts. She collects heart-shaped earrings and anything with butterflies on it, and - when she can afford them - Betsey Johnson shoes. She collects anything that relates to, or reminds her of, the works of Quentin Tarantino or Joss Whedon.
And these things, just like her parents’ beer bottles and Tiffany lamps, are displayed all over her apartment, showing her personality off flawlessly.
Bekki St. James
original character
225 words