Her stomach growled. She was house sitting. She smiled despite her hunger. Food and phone her only bills, this month. She was allowed to use the computer. It was the key. The house was nice, but the computer was crucial.
She pulled out her USB chip (her story, life, skills and dreams). Then the transcript from the agent. The edits, a book in themself.
She ate and typed. Two weeks later she mailed the edits. She felt peaceful. It had to work. A week later the house owners paid her, and she returned to her struggle. Checking her email daily.
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
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
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I hope her story get approved
Great Story😉❤️📝