View From Her Pent House

She stands, gazing out at the city of Hampton from the balcony off her pent house apartment above the hotel. Her amber hair blows lightly in the breeze. Her father, a rich lobbyist for the Liberal party who showed no emotion when he talked, bought her this apartment, and it is the best birthday gift, by far, that anyone has given to her.

When she first stepped foot into the apartment, the view was shocking. She had held her breath and didn’t know if she would be able to remember how to let it out again. The city that lay beneath her was a constant flow of energy exchange between sound, light, and motion. It was always teeming with life, and she found herself sitting on the balcony with a glass of red wine each night, listening to the hustle and bustle of a city which never sleeps.

The first time she walked along the hall and into the main living area, she noticed that bamboo was the wood of choice when the designers were decorating. Which she did not mind at all, in fact, she found that someone who was able to properly accentuate with bamboo to be quite a remarkable artist. She valued those who could use things so obscure and yet turn it into something so beautiful. She was unable to do so, but she did have other hidden qualities that she rarely displayed to anyone.

Feeling slightly chilled, she walked back into the kitchen and shut the door that lead onto the balcony. A low growl escaped her stomach and she decided that supper was probably a good idea. Remembering her dinner plans for this evening, she swiftly walked to her room to put something on over top of the lingerie set she was wearing underneath her cream-coloured silken housecoat. When she was done struggling with the zipper of the red dress she put on, she walked over to the long body length mirror that stood in the corner of her room. As she stood in front of it, she was reminded of what Darren had told her the first time she showed him the dress.

“Astonishing, obviously. How could you not be in that dress?” She remembered the tingly feeling she had when he said these words to her. How she wished to be back in his arms.

Just as she was walking out of the room, Lukie, her tabby cat, shifted and an ungodly smell filled the room.

“Oh, Lukie, you know, when you fart, it’s silent but deadly.” She laughed to herself, bent down to kiss the cat on the top of his head, then walked out the door to greet her dinner guest.