Post by Essa Kryze on Jun 27, 2018 17:04:14 GMT
Chapter Twenty-Five
Life is Life
(part 7)
On the third swipe the wrought iron gates began their ponderous motion that would admit him to airconditioning and a cold shower.
He made his way across the open ground quickly. If he could just make it…speeding up he nearly broke into a trot. He fumbled with the keys to his apartment, the door finally opened and he took a deep breath of relief. And choked on the overpowering cinnamon perfume.
He was pretty sure his heart dropped onto the concrete and got hit by the few passing cars.
His eyes were watering furiously as he looked to his left. It was Matilda the Mad Woman. She was his next door neighbor and a total creep. She was at least ten years older than him, at least, placing her in her thirties somewhere, but it was hard to tell because she’d had at least fourteen tucks, nips, smooths, or tightens since he’s moved in a years ago.
She wore her hair in grease strands that were supposed to be curls maybe, and an obvious blonde dye job.
She always looked half starved and freezing to keep up with the trends. On top of her strange ensemble this morning, hippy colors with massive earrings and a headband, she was one of those creeps.
The ones that make up stupid reasons to bother you all the time. A cup of sugar, a lost something, a found something, a “quick” question, making sure he was informed of the latest gossip.
It was incredibly annoying and weird, and he found himself wondering how she always seemed to appear silently when she was wearing five inch stilettos.
He sighed deeply, “What Matilda?”
“OHMYGOODNESS! Cadey!! I know you’ve been out doing whatever you do all morning and that your tired, you poor dearest, but I was just wondering if you had just a tiny eensy little moment to help me get something down off my roof.”
He stared at her unbelievingly through the water works, “Why can’t you call maintenance? It’s their job.”
She widened her already enormous color-changing contacted eyes.
“But Cadey! I need your help! Your just the perfect person!! For the job I mean! And I totally don’t want some weird italian plumber guy marching around on my roof!!”
Cont….
Life is Life
(part 7)
On the third swipe the wrought iron gates began their ponderous motion that would admit him to airconditioning and a cold shower.
He made his way across the open ground quickly. If he could just make it…speeding up he nearly broke into a trot. He fumbled with the keys to his apartment, the door finally opened and he took a deep breath of relief. And choked on the overpowering cinnamon perfume.
He was pretty sure his heart dropped onto the concrete and got hit by the few passing cars.
His eyes were watering furiously as he looked to his left. It was Matilda the Mad Woman. She was his next door neighbor and a total creep. She was at least ten years older than him, at least, placing her in her thirties somewhere, but it was hard to tell because she’d had at least fourteen tucks, nips, smooths, or tightens since he’s moved in a years ago.
She wore her hair in grease strands that were supposed to be curls maybe, and an obvious blonde dye job.
She always looked half starved and freezing to keep up with the trends. On top of her strange ensemble this morning, hippy colors with massive earrings and a headband, she was one of those creeps.
The ones that make up stupid reasons to bother you all the time. A cup of sugar, a lost something, a found something, a “quick” question, making sure he was informed of the latest gossip.
It was incredibly annoying and weird, and he found himself wondering how she always seemed to appear silently when she was wearing five inch stilettos.
He sighed deeply, “What Matilda?”
“OHMYGOODNESS! Cadey!! I know you’ve been out doing whatever you do all morning and that your tired, you poor dearest, but I was just wondering if you had just a tiny eensy little moment to help me get something down off my roof.”
He stared at her unbelievingly through the water works, “Why can’t you call maintenance? It’s their job.”
She widened her already enormous color-changing contacted eyes.
“But Cadey! I need your help! Your just the perfect person!! For the job I mean! And I totally don’t want some weird italian plumber guy marching around on my roof!!”
Cont….
I like those! 
I need like 3. 
*feels unnecessarily proud* 
