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I Hate Valentine's Day
This is just unreal. Everybody else out on dates or drowning their single sorrows and I’m stuck in here. At least I have plenty of toilet paper for once, but that’s beside the point. Stupid, ancient building with its double-sided keyholes. How did I ever let that damned real estate agent talk me into this dump?
I already know the answer, of course. The price. I couldn’t afford anything better. Tiny old house with all its quirks and fix-ups was the best I could do on my salary.
I’d try to slip out the window but it’s painted shut. I can’t believe I left the damn key on the wrong side of the lock again. And my cel is still on the dresser. Stephie is going to be pissed. So much for our romantic night.
Now I have another reason to hate Valentine’s Day.
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| This is intended as a flash piece. No plans to expand it. I own a home of similar, old build and was imagining what it would be like to become trapped within it. ;) |
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I can definitely sympathize with the painted shut windows. Is this the
stand alone piece or the start of a longer one? |
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Comment by: DKav - 2008-02-05 17:23
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Stepping on the property ladder is a huge decision in life. Your story shows that there are days when people regret buying a place because they are now stuck with it. In that sense, it's a love/hate relationship between human and bricks&mortar.
The day after Valentine's day, the place is going to feel like a castle and the neighbourhood the friendliest around.
I enjoyed reading this :) |
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Comment by: macayle - 2008-02-01 22:12
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I thought this was hilarious. It seems like the beginning to a delightful book, and a memorable main character.
I was just a little confused at first about what had happened with the key, though. Perhaps that might be explained earlier.
A fun read, but too short. (I mean that in a complimentary way, of course.) |
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| Well I may not have experienced the exact same misfortunes, Valentine's Day has only been a Hallmark holiday to me and I appreciate that you share my disgust. Aside from that, well done. These are one of the rare instances where I surely hope this IS fiction. |
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