Fingering the small furball in her pocket, she stabbed at the ground floor button and stared wonderingly at the elevator doors till the lobby floor opened before her. Her rat, impatient to be free, streaked from her pocket and tucked itself between her nape and her hood. She left through the front doors.
I walk quickly, to warm myself up and because my head is starting to hurt already. I am carrying way too much stuff too be comfortable- a laundry bag, quarters. It is going to be a pivotal day. I can taste it in the rain left in the air from yesterday.
I stop first at the laundromat, depositing quarters and dumping week after weeks worth of laundry into the machines. They look as if they were hungry. I glare at them.
Next is the Tavern. The bartender there is new, I don't know his name. But he looks my age. I would like to know how he got the job as young as he is. It doesn't matter, anyways. I give my money to the vending machine and it spits out the precious sandy coloured box-- the Camels. I post myself at the long wooden counter, order a cranberry tonic, and pack the ciggs. Another day, and I got through it. But I wait, because I know the day is not all the way unfolded yet. Something's going to happen.
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"depositing quarters and dumping week after weeks worth of laundry.." This really does say an enormous amount about the character. Either she is too busy to do her laundry, just entirely too lazy, or something completely different. I really opens up many questions for the reader. I also really like the ending and the references to the significance of the day. It makes me wonder what Brie is waiting for and whether or not truly dreads what may come. Lovely job!
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