Emily

A second job took me.
Payments began arriving expecting bills. The balance examined my bank account and found it in the red. The checkbook attempted to balance me and failed.
Late mortgage payments requested the house.
Houston had been keeping me for several years. The firm had placed me there.
Most mornings were begun by the alarm clock. The bathroom brushed my teeth and dressed me for work. Outside, the car required driving to the office.
At work a chair sat on me while a keyboard moved my fingers. Quality control reports were required by the production line. Continuous updates and attention to detail were demanded by production schedules. New products waited for dealer showrooms.
In the evening the couch rested on me while the television watched.
For two weeks the guest room had been staying in my sister. The old times had us again. Chicago said she would have to return.
The last tuition payment arrived at my daughter’s university in May.
Emily had been assigned by her birth certificate.
Her ambitions had positions available on Wall Street. Broadway plays contemplated her evenings. Museums expected her afternoons.
New York appeared prepared to keep her.
Houston continued requiring my attention.
Emily would soon be needed by New York.Christopher SchutziusNext Story →