Antoinette L Brey
Bio
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Stories (230/0)
Am I the only one
She stared out her window. The sunset, the swish of the waves. It seemed so improbable that someone with her income bewould have a week on a tropical island. She had won it. A lottery at the art gallery where she worked. If she had been a high-level worker she would banned from winning but she was an hourly part-time employee.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Dreams
She felt like she had tried everything. She just could not figure out how to get the financial independence she had always assumed she would have. She always felt it would happen if she tried hard enough. She assumed her friends would help her. She had been told not to make any assumptions, but she helped her friend why would they not help her in return? Even though she was one year away from retirement she did not like the idea of being dependent on the government. She cringed every time she talked about the social security check. And when her friends told her to get food stamps, her heart cried. But she was starting to give up.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
No lock
When I first saw the door I thought it was surrounded by snakes. It was the only rental I could afford so I did not turn away. When I got closer I saw that it was just thin trees. I still had to push myself to walk through the door, There was no lock on the door. The owner had given me a remote I had an on and off button like a tv remote. Except it was more like a phone in that I had to sign into it with a password.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
I am praying
She only wanted to get away from him. Meanwhile. he was trying to stay on focus, trying to win over his grandmother's guest. His clothes were clean but he reeked of alcohol. She was doing everything not to cry. She had been around drunk men before, but this one was spouting nonsense. He had been programmed, by god. with a malfunctioning code. She was trying to follow the rules of etiquette that her mother had taught her. But when he pulled out his fake eye, she was no longer able to look at the person who was talking to her.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
The world outside
Sara ran as fast as she could down her street to the subway. Once she got there she pressed the button on her phone which allowed her to enter the subway platform. All these strangers, every day she rode to work at approximately the same time, and yet she seemed to know no one. Yet she seemed comfortable in the familiarity of her surrounding. Anita was sitting with the clients when Sara entered her work building. She dumped her stuff in her office and went to the art room to get her coffee. The percussion teacher made the strongest coffee. He could not survive the day without it, so the pot was always full. She smiled when she thought about this job, She had just been subbing. She had expected the job to last about 5 months, and 5 years later she was still struggling through. She had taken only one drama class in college and had had to do evenings of research to teach a daily drama class, You could not do the same activities day after day. For the voice class, she quickly had to refresh her guitar-playing skills. On her resume, she had always put under skills that she was a quick learner. She still made mistakes, such as class activities that the students did not embrace. But she felt that she had learned fairly quickly.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
White Letters
" Good night Alexa" "Good night Anna" the speaker responded. The lights around her apartment magically turned off. Only the light by her bed remained on. It was her guide light, so she did not trip over the rugs and furniture, which decorated her apartment. She knew the blind could memorize the maze, but she in the solid dark always stumbled over something.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Does She want out
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had a spacious green landscape. It was very pretty but she had no desire to walk through the window. She knew some of the advanced tenants were allowed out there. The building she resided in was not bad. With the pillows and plants, his room was the best. He was the therapist. It was the one room in the house that was supposed to promote comfort and trust. She had weekly sessions with him. With him, she discussed all the fear the rest of the house generated. She could have lived in this room. The window was like another picture on the wall to her, not a desired destination.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction