Elevators Out of Order "… Please proceed to the staircase… "
It was a hard period when- like as many other places- our little town where my boyfriend and I lived called for people to watch out for every penny we had. Sad as it is, people close to us lost their jobs, split up and went to discover the world, to find fortune. I myself never found the strong bond between material and I, that other people around me seemed to so strongly share, and being raised by my parents to be so-so humble; I welcomed the crisis with loving arms.
Finally, my so called friends didn’t laugh at me when I’d take a walk to the store blocks away, because the price of something was lighter. Not only for the price though. I was always known to be somewhat of a loner to people outside my clique. And my clique- it is unhealthy how small and scanty it is.
For reasons still unknown to me myself, I often took long walks ‘till I’d literally lose myself. But times were hard, and it seemed more and more people joined up with me to those walks. Some walked to stores, some to parks and some to destinations unknown. Some to our town’s sea, to the cliffs… And some never came back.
Sad as it is, my dear- an ambitious man with strong principles- found that he had no place in this town anymore. He aspired to be something big, something great, a presence of great importance. I, on the other hand, just aspired to stay away from people, knowing what bastards they can get.
He left on a sunny early morning, a day or two after he said West Grace was a dead rack with no conditions that would support life in any way. West Grace was always sunny.
He also said he wished he never came here, and that it took the best years of his life and gave him nothing. And so he whined and bitched for hours, completely ignoring my desperate tries to calm him down and find some solution to our problem.
You should know at this point that West Grace was actually his birthplace. He was born and raised here, unlike me, who ended up in that dump as a result of a broken tire. I met him in a bar, we liked each other and so I decided to stay with him. Shockingly stupid, you might say, but that’s what loneliness makes of people.
The tragic-comedic day he left we didn’t even kiss or say good bye. I was too pissed, I didn’t care anymore. For staying with him I had to travel for 2 hours to work and back home. I worked in the police station outside Grace and I was always trying to get into the FBI. Do you know how early I have to get up?
From that day on, I loathed him. I stayed in that dump for him and found a new job, and it really looked to both of us we had an ongoing thing. But now- I didn’t want to stay in the way of a man who grew tired of me, and obviously, was seeing me as an obstacle course.
He didn’t even ask me to come with him.
When he left, at first, I stayed in our flat and had brainstorms over the lifetime question ‘till my work days off ended. Somehow, my boss found out and threatened me with ’suspension’ if I don’t take some time for myself.
The question though… That question I hadn’t thought of in years…
“What now?”
I grew immune to that question, over time. I’ve always had a plan or something in sight on what to do tomorrow. I had never been caught up by failure so unexpectedly that I’d remain blind, folded like a piece of paper. On the other hand, I had indeed been caught up before, but I try to forget.
What now- got to work, what else?
*All locations are fiction, including New York because that place is actually an ogre, as well as the FBI organization which is actually in RL an unicorn toy factory , and all similarities to real life, like adoption, are accidental. I sell, but do not promote boredom.
Finally, my so called friends didn’t laugh at me when I’d take a walk to the store blocks away, because the price of something was lighter. Not only for the price though. I was always known to be somewhat of a loner to people outside my clique. And my clique- it is unhealthy how small and scanty it is.
For reasons still unknown to me myself, I often took long walks ‘till I’d literally lose myself. But times were hard, and it seemed more and more people joined up with me to those walks. Some walked to stores, some to parks and some to destinations unknown. Some to our town’s sea, to the cliffs… And some never came back.
Sad as it is, my dear- an ambitious man with strong principles- found that he had no place in this town anymore. He aspired to be something big, something great, a presence of great importance. I, on the other hand, just aspired to stay away from people, knowing what bastards they can get.
He left on a sunny early morning, a day or two after he said West Grace was a dead rack with no conditions that would support life in any way. West Grace was always sunny.
He also said he wished he never came here, and that it took the best years of his life and gave him nothing. And so he whined and bitched for hours, completely ignoring my desperate tries to calm him down and find some solution to our problem.
You should know at this point that West Grace was actually his birthplace. He was born and raised here, unlike me, who ended up in that dump as a result of a broken tire. I met him in a bar, we liked each other and so I decided to stay with him. Shockingly stupid, you might say, but that’s what loneliness makes of people.
The tragic-comedic day he left we didn’t even kiss or say good bye. I was too pissed, I didn’t care anymore. For staying with him I had to travel for 2 hours to work and back home. I worked in the police station outside Grace and I was always trying to get into the FBI. Do you know how early I have to get up?
From that day on, I loathed him. I stayed in that dump for him and found a new job, and it really looked to both of us we had an ongoing thing. But now- I didn’t want to stay in the way of a man who grew tired of me, and obviously, was seeing me as an obstacle course.
He didn’t even ask me to come with him.
When he left, at first, I stayed in our flat and had brainstorms over the lifetime question ‘till my work days off ended. Somehow, my boss found out and threatened me with ’suspension’ if I don’t take some time for myself.
The question though… That question I hadn’t thought of in years…
“What now?”
I grew immune to that question, over time. I’ve always had a plan or something in sight on what to do tomorrow. I had never been caught up by failure so unexpectedly that I’d remain blind, folded like a piece of paper. On the other hand, I had indeed been caught up before, but I try to forget.
What now- got to work, what else?
*All locations are fiction, including New York because that place is actually an ogre, as well as the FBI organization which is actually in RL an unicorn toy factory , and all similarities to real life, like adoption, are accidental. I sell, but do not promote boredom.