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tamingthemuseTitle: New beginnings
Fandom: Original
Prompts: #371 – Gilded Cage
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 525
The afternoon was grey, and she was at the beginning of a new life.
Mellie went off the bus that had taken her accross the country, and took a good look at what would be her new town from now on. The place wasn't anything special, a typical small one-of-a-kind city with its rows of nice houses and its affordable appartment buildings. It wasn't as bright and gee whiz as her last neighborhood, and it was exactly what she was looking for.
She secured her backpack on her shoulders and went through her over-the-shoulder bag, looking for the notebook where she had written down all the details of her new rented home. She opened it at the right page, previously marked by a small map of the town she had printed to locate the bus stop, the apartment, and a few useful places to get started, and tried to find her way in the midly-busy streets around her.
She had never been good at geography and orientation, and she felt like it took her forever to reach the right building. Her landlady was already there when she arrived, and Mellie feared she had already made a bad impression by showing up late. Mrs Dralin was an amiable old spinster, and looked more concerned about Mellie having walked all her way to the building with a backpack than the fact her new tenant wasn't on time. She showed her the place while small-talking about Mellie's moving. The young woman obligingly answered her questions about her new work at the local library, her lack of family, or the place she was born and raised in. Only the reasons of her moving did she mostly keep for herself.
Then the contracts were filled and signed, and everything was settled, and she was alone in her new home.
The place wasn't big, but it was enough for her. It was more of a bed-sitter than a real flat, but it was larger than what she had rented back through college. The bathroom didn't have an actual bathtube, but it was luxury anyway, and she would do perfectly with a shower. There would be space enough for her books when she would go back for them, and she was allowed to keep a cat or two if she wanted to.
Mellie sat on the old red couch that took half of a wall, her bags discarded in the middle of the room. Being on her own, with her books and her cat. She had finally done it. Alone in this still-anonymous place, she took one last moment to think about what she had left behind, the money, the security, the infinite free time Greg had provided her. The loneliness in a house full of people, the dependency, the feeling to be nothing more than a luxurious talking doll. She had needed to escape this meaningless life, and she had. She could be proud. She'd better be, for the next few weeks would probably be full of the difficulty to go from rich to poor.
Still she didn't regret it. Better this than loosing her mind slowly in a gilded cage.
Fandom: Original
Prompts: #371 – Gilded Cage
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 525
The afternoon was grey, and she was at the beginning of a new life.
Mellie went off the bus that had taken her accross the country, and took a good look at what would be her new town from now on. The place wasn't anything special, a typical small one-of-a-kind city with its rows of nice houses and its affordable appartment buildings. It wasn't as bright and gee whiz as her last neighborhood, and it was exactly what she was looking for.
She secured her backpack on her shoulders and went through her over-the-shoulder bag, looking for the notebook where she had written down all the details of her new rented home. She opened it at the right page, previously marked by a small map of the town she had printed to locate the bus stop, the apartment, and a few useful places to get started, and tried to find her way in the midly-busy streets around her.
She had never been good at geography and orientation, and she felt like it took her forever to reach the right building. Her landlady was already there when she arrived, and Mellie feared she had already made a bad impression by showing up late. Mrs Dralin was an amiable old spinster, and looked more concerned about Mellie having walked all her way to the building with a backpack than the fact her new tenant wasn't on time. She showed her the place while small-talking about Mellie's moving. The young woman obligingly answered her questions about her new work at the local library, her lack of family, or the place she was born and raised in. Only the reasons of her moving did she mostly keep for herself.
Then the contracts were filled and signed, and everything was settled, and she was alone in her new home.
The place wasn't big, but it was enough for her. It was more of a bed-sitter than a real flat, but it was larger than what she had rented back through college. The bathroom didn't have an actual bathtube, but it was luxury anyway, and she would do perfectly with a shower. There would be space enough for her books when she would go back for them, and she was allowed to keep a cat or two if she wanted to.
Mellie sat on the old red couch that took half of a wall, her bags discarded in the middle of the room. Being on her own, with her books and her cat. She had finally done it. Alone in this still-anonymous place, she took one last moment to think about what she had left behind, the money, the security, the infinite free time Greg had provided her. The loneliness in a house full of people, the dependency, the feeling to be nothing more than a luxurious talking doll. She had needed to escape this meaningless life, and she had. She could be proud. She'd better be, for the next few weeks would probably be full of the difficulty to go from rich to poor.
Still she didn't regret it. Better this than loosing her mind slowly in a gilded cage.
