It isn’t fair.
“Why is it like this?”Mirie muttered looking at her lap.
She sighed as she looked out the window of the bus as it turned toward her neighborhood. Grey clouds obscured the sun. All the houses were the same dingy, decaying brown color. Some had broken shutters and doors barely hanging on their hinges. Her house was in fact similar.
Her bus came rumbling to a halt. Mirie sighed again as she stood up to get off the bus.
As she went down the steps, the driver called out,” Happy Holidays!”
Mirie smiled, replying just before the door closed, ”You too.”
Mirie walked towards her home slowly contemplating what exactly she could do in her situation. She had to get a christmas gift for Stan but she didn’t have the money to do so. She stepped onto the stoop of her house. She took the keys out, turning them …show more content…
When you stepped in it, it felt like you had stepped into another world entirely. It was a place that always held that sharp, fresh smell of nature. The gentle whispers of the leaves rustling in the breeze could be heard even under the scorching July sun. The pathways are lined with lovely dancing Woodland Irises. The painting barely captured the ethereal beauty of the place. The painting was simple yet incorporated the vibrant colors and astonishing details in such a way that made it seem majestic.
Their other prized possession was Stan’s car, a blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Sports coupe. He used to drive around in it all the time, priding in the fact that he still had it. However, seven months ago, his car broke down. She recalled that day very well.
It had been a Tuesday in September and Mirie had gone out for lunch with Stan. On their way back the car suddenly spluttered, groaned and after a few minutes came to a complete halt. They had to get it towed and took it to a auto shop. They were told that the engine died. A new one would cost at least two thousand dollars. Stan had been a little down after
“Why is it like this?”Mirie muttered looking at her lap.
She sighed as she looked out the window of the bus as it turned toward her neighborhood. Grey clouds obscured the sun. All the houses were the same dingy, decaying brown color. Some had broken shutters and doors barely hanging on their hinges. Her house was in fact similar.
Her bus came rumbling to a halt. Mirie sighed again as she stood up to get off the bus.
As she went down the steps, the driver called out,” Happy Holidays!”
Mirie smiled, replying just before the door closed, ”You too.”
Mirie walked towards her home slowly contemplating what exactly she could do in her situation. She had to get a christmas gift for Stan but she didn’t have the money to do so. She stepped onto the stoop of her house. She took the keys out, turning them …show more content…
When you stepped in it, it felt like you had stepped into another world entirely. It was a place that always held that sharp, fresh smell of nature. The gentle whispers of the leaves rustling in the breeze could be heard even under the scorching July sun. The pathways are lined with lovely dancing Woodland Irises. The painting barely captured the ethereal beauty of the place. The painting was simple yet incorporated the vibrant colors and astonishing details in such a way that made it seem majestic.
Their other prized possession was Stan’s car, a blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air Sports coupe. He used to drive around in it all the time, priding in the fact that he still had it. However, seven months ago, his car broke down. She recalled that day very well.
It had been a Tuesday in September and Mirie had gone out for lunch with Stan. On their way back the car suddenly spluttered, groaned and after a few minutes came to a complete halt. They had to get it towed and took it to a auto shop. They were told that the engine died. A new one would cost at least two thousand dollars. Stan had been a little down after