This week, Chuck gave us two words: New Life. Well, he said to use it in any way we wished. I'm looking at getting a new life away from where I'm currently living - a horrible little place - and so this is dream of mine.
enjoy.
Birds woke her before the alarm – before the
sun filtered through the blinds of the far window. Those birds were hanging
around and upside down in the tree outside with the bright red blossoms having
the most wonderful time eating breakfast as the sun broke the horizon.
Anna opened her eyes slowly, breathing slowly
in the safe and warm cocoon of her bed.
The silence was wonderfully appealing to her
right now.
And the birds screeching at each other –
fighting for food – was the most lovely thing to hear.
Her alarm’s chiming began and her hand
snaked out from under the covers, opened the cover of her phone, and dismissed
it. Pushing back the covers, she grabbed her brunch coat, pulled it on and
walked to the window slowly.
“Well, this is my home now... what a place.”
She whispered against the glass taking in the gorgeous green views which were
now her garden outside. Her phoned chimed a reminder for her to take the last
of the keys to her old townhouse at Woodridge, and she cringed; did she really
need to go back there? Couldn’t she stay here forever? Sighing, she put her
phone on the bedside table and walked to the large wardrobe, opened it and
decided it was a good day for a lovely summer dress.
Returning to the townhouse complex was a
complete shocker after a month being at her new house on the other side of
town, on her own block of land, with her own driveway, a lock-up garage and her
very own letterbox. It was such a difference to everything that was so, well,
dingy here in such a smaller place.
She pulled up to the key pad and swiped her
card for the last time. The car gate opened slowly and she put the car into a
lower gear so she couldn’t speed around the place. And as she drove around to
the back of the place and parked in the empty car park, she noticed one thing
about it all – she’d been gone for a month and nothing had changed.
The Body Corporate gardens were still
overgrown.
The garden she had done up out the front was
still the same.
The side fence still hadn’t been joined up
to the boundary fence.
And there was a van in the driveway of townhouse/unit. Cleaners. Anna walked up to the front door, which was wide open, and knocked on
the door, “Hello?”
The real estate agent turned, “Hey, Anna. So
good to see you again. The cleaners were here when we arrived.”
“Oh that’s good. The place looks so ...
empty.” She smiled.
“Hey that print of Dalmatians, was that
yours?” he pointed to the old print up on the wall where the Wayne Clements
paint had hung for so many years.
“No. That was here when I moved in. I stuck
that in storage until I moved out, but the hooks have been replaced with new
ones.” She smiled.
The buyers grinned, “Oh great! So, all the
picture hooks are in studs and are solid?”
“Yep.” She nodded, “I made sure they’d be
good ones and ready to use.”
The real estate agent walked to her, “They’re
taking one last look before signing on the dotted line... oh, and the keys,
have you got them?”
Anna pulled them out of her bag, “Here you
go. And the gate card... and also you’re lucky ducks! I also have a remote
control which opens that gate too.” She dug out of her bag the old remote, “I
had the batteries replaced and have tried it out. So, no more getting your arm
wet swiping the card.”
The new owners stared at her, “Woah! And how
long were you here for before you got both of those?”
Blushing, Anna looked at the clunky old
remote, turning it over in her hands: “Well, I kinda lied to a few people to
get my hands on both of them... but I was here for over five years.” She finally
handed it over to the real estate agent.
“Anything we need to know about this place?”
the wife asked.
“Um... the range hood over the stove is only
good for its light, not the fan. There’s a booster for the antenna over in the
corner – please don’t turn that off or the next door neighbour doesn’t get
television reception. And there’s a hook in the laundry for your dryer; we left
it there from my last dryer.” She smiled, “Otherwise, um, the gate padlock key
is the dull one, the ‘fuel’ key opens all the downstairs windows and the main
side door sticks a little – but only when it’s gonna rain. And you can tell if
it’s going to rain...”
“Spiders and roaches?” the wife asked.
“No... the stairs don’t creak.”
The husband looked around, “What about the
flooding from the bathroom?”
“Oh that was before my time. But it shouldn’t
do that anymore. I left plungers for both downstairs and upstairs for you...
and the drains have a bad habit of smelling dreadful.”
“What about the lids out the back?” the wife
asked, “We’ll just get them moved, right?”
“That’s the local council property. You can’t
move them, or let anything grow over them. I lived here for over fifteen years
and managed to live with them around me without a fuss.” She said, “Okay if there’s
nothing else?”
The real estate agent gave the buyers a
questioning look as they walked to the counter and signed on the dotted line, “Okay,
Anna, you got more than what you asked for and the people knew about the ghost
and are happy about how things have turned out.” He smiled, “I’ll get the
paperwork to your Dad and you can go home.”
“Thank you so much for your time.”
“No, thank you.” The husband and wife both
shook her hand and Anna walked out to her car, started it and drove out of the
unit complex for the last time.
She was off to the other side of town to
start her new life.
A life of no screaming children, a lovely
green garden, of plentiful trees and birds... Anna had escaped the tiny townhouse
and dreadfulness of the closed-in living to a house on a piece of land – sure she
was sharing with her parents, but it was better than what she had before.
Before she was living in a prison – now her
new life was quiet, beautiful and less stressful. Now, she could truly live her
life the way she wanted.
Your imagined place is lovely and mysterious. I used to live in a horrible place as well, and I hope you don't have to stay there too long before things go how you imagine them--
ReplyDeleteThe unit complex I described is my real home right now... and all the things which were explained about it, are real things in it which I live with now...
DeleteIsn't it strange when you write about what you put up with in life how dreadful it really is?
I'm hoping to be able to move once my folks' house is sold... and I'm through with unit complexes - their rules and regulations, terrible neighbours and lack of privacy really hit home how much privacy I want.
Am I the only one who noticed the ghost just casually slipped in there? :D
ReplyDeleteHehee... actually, I used a real-life place and a real-life thing which did happen. The townhouse complex is the place I live in now and am hoping to move out of, Adan, and when I moved in here I was told stories about how long it took for the landlords to find a tenant to actually stay for more than a week... because they'd run from the place.
DeleteI had thoughts of 'The Amityville Horror' running through my brain for a while until I found out the real story about the original owner and realised it was the spirit of her coming back to haunt the place... now, I know of 2 other townhouses here which are also haunted by ghosts which are really unsettled. I was lucky enough to be able to communicate with mine, letting her know it was okay to move on, and promising her that I'd care for her home in such a way she'd be proud. Unfortunately, she's not gone completely; and I don't think she'll ever leave this place on a permanent basis - she's just too connected to it, and I'm so used to her noises and bumps that I've become accustomed to her presence.