Flash Fiction 365

Synopsis: The Ocean was like glass this morning, not yet disturbed by the summer cottager’s to-ing and fro-ing in their sleek white sailboats. Sad to think they might loose this place; but, that was the chance you took when you rented.

Word Count: 420/500

Golden dawn crept over the mountain as she kicked her way out from under the tangled sheets and blankets. Pulling on her over large slippers she tramped into the kitchen, first putting the coffee on, then booted up the computer, and lastly into the bathroom to finish her morning routine. Coming out the coffee was ready, so it was with a full cup she went onto the deck to take in the crisp air and the million dollar view.

The ocean was like glass this morning, not yet disturbed by the summer cottager’s to-ing and fro-ing in their sleek white sailboats. Sad to think they might loose this place; but, that was the chance you took when you rented. Hopefully it won’t sell, or if it does the new owners will let them stay on as tenants. That would be perfect so long as they didn’t raise the rent.

This place was a major score. She would never be able to afford to buy a place like this on what they currently made. There was not much for gainful employment in the area and neither of them had found outstanding jobs with great salaries. To be honest, the cottage itself wasn’t much and it was badly in need of repairs; but, the view was worth every penny. So far this summer she has been whale watching from her kitchen window; just try to put a price tag on that.

It was almost a year since they had moved out here. She reminded herself that making this move was a lifestyle choice. She had wanted to escape from the city and her former view of dirty streets with crack heads and hookers on every corner, where she couldn’t even go for a walk without some ass-hat slowing down in his shiny SUV to ask if she wanted to party. Did she look like a hooker? What did a hooker look like any way? She had seen all kinds of them from young and fresh to old, worn and addicted. Her favorite was roller hooker, who danced down the streets on wheels, now there was a street girl who understood that branding was everything.

Oh, well, that is the past, now I am here, a pauper with a million dollar view. She did another inward check on her emotional temperature and found it to be suitably warm. Taking a deep drag from her cigarette she tried to imagine what the next year might bring

August 12, 2011