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Tuesday, 10th of August 2010 08:34:28 PM
The building was tallest on her block, it had thirteen floors.Anna lived on
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the twelfth floor, in a one bedroom apartment by herself. She was twenty
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eight years old, but she looked as if she was only twenty. Her thick brown
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hair was naturally wavy, and her eyes were a mixture of light green and
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brown. She sat on the couch snuggly wrapped up in a wool blanket, her eyes
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focused on the motion of the dysfunctional arrows in the clock.
Besides her was
a small stool on which a piece of paper was
fluttering back and forth underneath a broken coffee cup. The balcony door
was opened and a cool breeze circulated around the room. Anna unwrapped
herself from the blanket, took the piece of paper from underneath the cup
and went out to the balcony. Anna had a slight phobia of heights but she
had gotten used to it over the years fully acknowledging the fact that she
wouldn’t fall of unless there was an earthquake, she embraced the danger
of sitting on the balcony. Her eyes began to concentrate on the letter
which she had already read over about a hundred times, but without warning
she crushed it in her hands and threw it over the balcony as far as she
could. She decided she needed a new clock. She grabbed her jacket and keys
locked the door and walked down the stairs. She went around to the back of
the building. From where she stood she could see a little of the concrete
that made up her balcony floor, she looked around for the piece of paper
that she had tossed over a few minutes ago, but she could not see it
anywhere. The street was almost empty; far off she could see a man in a
black jacket disappearing as he turned to the right around the corner of
the block, as he did she noticed his fist tightly clenching a piece of
white paper. She felt a little rain drop hit the tip of her nose, it was a
cloudy day, small drops of rain plummeted down from the thick cloud above
her and danced around on the concrete as they fell, ‘it isn’t that
bad’ she thought and hurried towards the convenient store nearby. When
she walked inside it was already pouring.The man with the black jacket was
standing with his back faced towards her; he seemed to be looking at the
newspapers in front of him. She eyed him anxiously for a few seconds and
then directed her gaze towards the lady standing behind the cash
register.‘May l help you?’ she asked, with a slightly indifferent
tone.‘Yea…I’m looking for a clock.’Anna got the clock from the
back of the store and
She hurried to the back of the store to get
the clock. She walked back in the same direction, and noticed that the man
in the black jacket had turned around and was walking towards the cash
register. He is buying an umbrella, and he is going to leave soon, Anna
has no doubt that he has her letter clutched in his hands, and she has to
stop him, somehow, because it’s so private and embracing. She thinks
about how much more embracing it would be if he realized that the letter
is written by her, but what if he hasn’t read it yet? She has to get an
umbrella herself, he is going to leave soon... She quickly grabs the last
umbrella which is located nearby the pile of magazines and newspapers, and
she notices that its bright pink with yellow polka dots on it, she’s
frustrated, but she has to get it. She takes the wallet out and walks
right behind the man. He’s about to leave when she notices that she
doesn’t have enough money to buy both the umbrella and the clock.
“Damn it” she mutters under her breath, “I’m really sorry miss,
but I’m short of three dollars... But l would be grateful if u
just—“ the cashier lady was giving her a nasty look of annoyance
“look I’ll pay you back tomorrow, l live close by” the woman was
about to consent when the jacket guy came over and asked “ I’m sorry,
but if you would like l can pay for the rest, it’s three dollars
right?” and he pulled out three dollar bills from his pocket and gave it
to the lady “ l really don’t mind” Ann was caught completely off
guard, ‘thanks, very much… l appreciate it’ she said, trying not to
stare at his right hand. ‘What now? Shit!’ she thought. Anna had a
slight phobia of heights,but she had gotten used to it over the years
fully acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t fall of unless there was
an earthquake, she embraced the danger of sitting on the balcony. The
building was tallest on her block, it had thirteen floors.Anna lived on
the twelfth floor, in a one bedroom apartment by herself. She was twenty
eight years old, but she looked as if she was only twenty. Her thick brown
hair was naturally wavy, and her eyes were a mixture of light green and
brown. She sat on the couch snuggly wrapped up in a wool blanket, her eyes
focused on the motion of the dysfunctional arrows in the clock. Besides her
was a small stool on which a piece of paper was fluttering back and forth
underneath a broken coffee cup. The balcony door was opened and a cool
breeze circulated around the room. Anna unwrapped herself from the
blanket, took the piece of paper from underneath the cup and went out to
the balcony. Anna had a slight phobia of heights but she had gotten used
to it over the years fully acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t fall
of unless there was an earthquake, she embraced the danger of sitting on
the balcony. Her eyes began to concentrate on the letter which she had
already read over about a hundred times, but without warning she crushed
it in her hands and threw it over the balcony as far as she could. She
decided she needed a new clock. She grabbed her jacket and keys locked the
door and walked down the stairs. She went around to the back of the
building. From where she stood she could see a little of the concrete that
made up her balcony floor, she looked around for the piece of paper that
she had tossed over a few minutes ago, but she could not see it anywhere.
The street was almost empty; far off she could see a man in a black jacket
disappearing as he turned to the right around the corner of the block, as
he did she noticed his fist tightly clenching a piece of white paper. She
felt a little rain drop hit the tip of her nose, it was a cloudy day,
small drops of rain plummeted down from the thick cloud above her and
danced around on the concrete as they fell, ‘it isn’t that bad’ she
thought
Anna’s house was separated by a large
metal barrier, on the sides of the house the metal walls were
only
half its original height, making the neighboring houses visible to view.
The metal wall adjacent to
the street was the tallest; it was about
the size of two average height women.The flowers were
arranged
neatly into a line that bordered the barriers on both sides of the house.
On the right side of the
yard was a miniature house, built by her
grandfather as a storage room.
On the day of his death she and her
grandmother were sitting on the balcony chair and enjoying the />breeze. It was almost sunset when they heard wolves howling, distinctly
in the silence that surrounded
the town. Her grandmother Guliko
began to wince from apprehension:
“Ach, they are howling right
before sunset!” she said.
“Why does that matter?” asked Anna.
“Why? …l don’t know, It shouldn’t really.But people say that
wolves know when somebody is going to
die, so they mourn them before
everyone else when the sun begins to set”
Anna was muffled from
this unexpected answer; she got up and went over to lean against the
railings of
the balcony, the breeze was getting colder. She listened
carefully to the wolves while perusing the
neighboring houses of the
town. Most of them were old brick homes built by the villagers themselves,
and each household had a big yard filled with different plants, some
yards were covered by vineyards
and others were filled with fruit
trees and vegetation. She wondered whether it was someone she knew, />or if it was someone she had passed by without notice on her way. Or
maybe she hadn’t seen
him at all. ‘Highly unlikely” she
thought to herself. It was a small town; almost everybody knew each />other. Maybe it is the crazy woman who lives across the street; everyday
she chases at least one kid
down the street, with her broom high in
the air, complaining about how they keep stealing the peaches
from
her peach tree, which she does not have. Then she remembered her father,
who was coughing up
blood a month and a half ago… ‘It couldn’t
be him, don’t be silly’ she thought angrily, ‘he got better.’
At that moment she heard the metal door give a loud clang, it pushed opened
producing a shrill sound
from the rust. It was her father, his back
was slightly hunched and his eyes downcast, he was holding a
glass
bottle in his hand.As he started walking towards the storage room,
Anna’s heart began to race,
she watched his steps intently and
with composure, until the hair on her arms began to stand.She
walked
down the stairs, slowly with her eyes fixed on the room which her father
had entered; a strange feeling came over her, as she realized the
significance of her grandmothers words. She knocked on the door, each one
was a quiet and hesitant knock, and the door responded with nothing as the
silence of the wind blew against her pale skin. In the distance she could
hear one last wolf hauling at the setting sun.She stood there hesitating
to knock again. What if she knocked louder this time, would there be an
answer? Or would she slam the door opened in paranoia and scream before
realizing that her father was just fast asleep?Her muscles contracted from
the pain of her thoughts, and a shiver began from her waist to her
shoulders. She twisted the handle of the door, and gave it a push.The door
squeaked as it opened, and revealed green flaky wall paper and a small fire
place that was radiating orange and red flames from the newly lit fire. A
drop of sweat slid down from her forehead to her nose, relieved she opened
the door wider and peaked into the room. She saw from the corner of her eye
her father sitting sleepily on the edge of the hard wooden bed which was
placed across the fireplace under a large dysfunctional clock, whose
arrows never managed to move more than once in the day’s duration. His
eyes could hardly maintain focus, and as he gazed at the fireplace the
shadows around his wrinkled skin danced alongside the flickering flames of
the fire.
She slipped away, and made herself comfortable
under a neighboring birch tree whose shadow was about to dissipate into
the oncoming darkness of dusk. She sat thinking of the letter her father
had received from Derek, her youngest brother. Anna used to know him very
well only a few years ago. Now she had no clue what he was doing. They
were two siblings out of four, Anna was the only girl, Derek and she were
about the same age, and also the youngest of the lot.They were inseparable
when they were together; he was not like her two older brothers, who were
already settled with families of their own. But now after two years of not
knowing anything about her brother’s life Anna was disappointed to find
out that the only letter that her brother had ever sent in the past two
years was recently burnt by her own father, with his own free will. Nor
did she feel satisfied about the fact that her father had began to drink
again, and that he was becoming more and more reluctant to talk to her.
Anna had her own place in the city; there she lived on the twelfth
floor of the thirteen floor building with her best friend Debra. Anna had
a slight phobia of heights but was forced to get used to it over the years
due an odd discrepancy in price between upper and lower floors of the
building, since the location and rent were so undeniably alluring refusing
it would quite frankly be unreasonable even in Anna’s acrophobic mind.
With Debra’s help she managed to acknowledge the fact that she
wouldn’t fall of the building unless there was an earthquake, and
decided that the only way she could get over her fear was to ‘fully
embrace the danger of sitting on the balcony’.Now that she was in her
old home she felt more at peace, not only for the fact that the house was
only two floors high but because she had grown up here in this village.
/>•guy kills himself
•Father is a dying man
•Guy has a
sister
•Father has untold secrets of guy’s deeds- very eager to
talk to sister
•Sister is willing to hear but is unable through the
father’s unyielding condition.
•Father dies
•Sister talks
to psychiatrist
•Psychiatrist tells the sister that the guy is
gay
•The sister finds love letters in nyc at his place
•The
sister finds lover’s family through letters
•The SOL from collage
visits the sister
•The SOL does not express suspicion. She is given
private letters to look over.
•Unknown letter is found among the
guy’s things.
Unknown letter reveals quarrels between 2 lovers.
The guy has doubts about the relationship.
The sister contacts
the SOL about the letters.
Sol expresses her true feelings on the
situation.
sister finds the letters from the gay guy to the father
in the mother’s room Sister does not tell anybody about the letters –
her mother is unaware of her knowledge