The Orange Drawer: First Installment
It was Saturday on the twelfth of July, and Rochester was miffed, in a word. The hour was later than he cared to see, and hailing a taxi was proving to be nye impossible. The sinister faces seeing him off into the night were no help in coping with his current situation. Whence he had finally claimed a cab and made his way home, he stepped up the walkway toward his green door. Having tripped on a step, his mood was by no means on the upturn, but nothing prepared him for what he saw upon entering his house. At first, it was as he had left it 3 days ealier, or so he thought, as it was very dark and nothing could be seen. He even thought it just his poor luck when he tried to set his keys on the coffee table but heard them drop to the floor instead. He didn't notice that he didn't kick or trip over a number of toys that were usually strewn about the house. Unlike other nights, he held no interest in sitting on the couch in the den and checking the news for the day, as he did nearly every other night. Instead, Rochester felt his way to the stairs, and walked up them slowly, in the dark, his joints creaking as loudly as the ancient steps he climbed.
It wasn't until Rochester T. Hammel, in his thirty-sixth year, went into his room and loosened his tie from his neck, and, in going to sit on his queen sized bed, discovered it was no longer in its proper place. Quickly, he flicked the switch near the door on, and revealed a nearly empty room. Two naked pillows lay on the floor where the carpet grew lighter in hue where the bed once stood. There were some unpaired and soiled socks, gum rappers, and the awkward little brown nightstand near the corner. However, there was no wife sleeping, no chest of drawers, and the closet was dreadfully empty.
Rochester dropped the lavender tied he'd been clutching in his hand. Resolutely, he tromped down the staircase and turned the light on for the living area. No couch, no coffee table, no Lay-Z-Boy. Just a short loveseat and his keys laying haphazardly on the floor. Pinned to the corked bulletin board in the kitchen was a college ruled, lined sheet of paper with five haunting words scribbled across it: "Went to find Joe. --Kerry"
Mr. Hammel cringed. That night, though disinclined to sleep at all, sleep did come to him on the short loveseat. He'd sing himself into oblivion.
So this is the first installment of a story. Hope you kind of like it. There will be more to it, but it's not going to be horribly long, so no worries. Uhm. I got my laptop back (FINALLY!!!) but my hardrive got erased...bummer. Anyway, I renamed my computer Rochester T. Hammel. Sound familiar? I just like the name and it seems to fit well for the story. Sometimes I kick my own ass, I'm so cool. Anyway...some boys want to date me. Not sure how I feel about that. Complications galore! I'm not concerned. So....good nite.
It wasn't until Rochester T. Hammel, in his thirty-sixth year, went into his room and loosened his tie from his neck, and, in going to sit on his queen sized bed, discovered it was no longer in its proper place. Quickly, he flicked the switch near the door on, and revealed a nearly empty room. Two naked pillows lay on the floor where the carpet grew lighter in hue where the bed once stood. There were some unpaired and soiled socks, gum rappers, and the awkward little brown nightstand near the corner. However, there was no wife sleeping, no chest of drawers, and the closet was dreadfully empty.
Rochester dropped the lavender tied he'd been clutching in his hand. Resolutely, he tromped down the staircase and turned the light on for the living area. No couch, no coffee table, no Lay-Z-Boy. Just a short loveseat and his keys laying haphazardly on the floor. Pinned to the corked bulletin board in the kitchen was a college ruled, lined sheet of paper with five haunting words scribbled across it: "Went to find Joe. --Kerry"
Mr. Hammel cringed. That night, though disinclined to sleep at all, sleep did come to him on the short loveseat. He'd sing himself into oblivion.
So this is the first installment of a story. Hope you kind of like it. There will be more to it, but it's not going to be horribly long, so no worries. Uhm. I got my laptop back (FINALLY!!!) but my hardrive got erased...bummer. Anyway, I renamed my computer Rochester T. Hammel. Sound familiar? I just like the name and it seems to fit well for the story. Sometimes I kick my own ass, I'm so cool. Anyway...some boys want to date me. Not sure how I feel about that. Complications galore! I'm not concerned. So....good nite.