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I'm off to a bad start. I only have 613 words written so far. I'm doing a good job of procrastinating though. I know have 2,721 words to go to get on track.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
The key turned in the lock and Hannah Pearce stepped into her home. It wasn’t much. A tiny one bedroom apartment with a kitchen/dining/living area that flowed together. The walls were a dingy gray color, though whether from actual paint, time or lack of cleaning was hard to tell.
Hannah threw her satchel on the floor near her futon with considerable force. She went to the refridgerator and jerked the door open. The fridge was as empty as the apartment was cluttered. A few containers of yogert, some broccoli and leftovers from Chinese takeout. She grabbed the container of Chinese food, pulled a fork out of the dishwasher and sat at the table.
“Who the hell do they think they are anyway? It’s my ideas that keep that fucking program running. It’s not fair. It should be me in charge of the whole damn thing. All I want to do is work and those sons of bitches won’t let me.”
Hannah finished her leftovers, throwing the fork in the sink and the container in the trash under the sink. She makes her way to the bedroom. Although bedroom really isn’t the right name. There is no bed in this room, only work tables and filing cabinets. Turning on her overhead light, she sits down to work on her pet project. Solder here, connection there.
As she works, Hannah wonders how long it will be before she hears from her brother. If she hears anything from him. Her last letter went into the mail day before yesterday. He should have received it by now. It had been a couple of months since she heard from him. He kept telling her to get a telephone. Reminded her there were still rotary dial phones out there that she could use, but she always refesued. She loved hearing his voice, but a phone conversation was a poor substitute for actually seeing him.
He did have his own family now though. That had to count for something in the way of being out of touch. But she was there first, dammit. Why couldn’t he see that? They were the first family each other had. The only family that Hannah cared about. Their father just wasn’t someone she wanted to deal with. He hadn’t been there for her when she wanted it, needed it. Why should she be there for him now? Because he decided it was convenient? Bullshit. Convenient for him did not mean convenient for her.
“Dammit!” She dropped the soldering iron and sucked her right index finger into her mouth. Damn him. He wasn’t even here and he was still hurting her.
And it would figure that he would hurt her while she was in the middle of her project. Well, not the middle really. She was close. She just knew it. Just a little bit more and it would be done. She’d be able to have everything she’d always wanted. Okay, maybe not everything she’d always wanted, but she’d stopped wanting him to be there for her, to be a daddy for her, a long time ago.
But Henry. That was a different matter. She truly didn’t know what she would do without her brother. They had always been together, even in the womb. Of course, he was the trailblazer, always having to do everything first. First born, first doctorate, first married, first with a child. First to forgive their father.
No. She demanded honesty from those around her, she might as well be honest herself. Henry didn’t forgive their father first because he didn’t think there was anything to forgive. That was something she could never understand about him.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
The key turned in the lock and Hannah Pearce stepped into her home. It wasn’t much. A tiny one bedroom apartment with a kitchen/dining/living area that flowed together. The walls were a dingy gray color, though whether from actual paint, time or lack of cleaning was hard to tell.
Hannah threw her satchel on the floor near her futon with considerable force. She went to the refridgerator and jerked the door open. The fridge was as empty as the apartment was cluttered. A few containers of yogert, some broccoli and leftovers from Chinese takeout. She grabbed the container of Chinese food, pulled a fork out of the dishwasher and sat at the table.
“Who the hell do they think they are anyway? It’s my ideas that keep that fucking program running. It’s not fair. It should be me in charge of the whole damn thing. All I want to do is work and those sons of bitches won’t let me.”
Hannah finished her leftovers, throwing the fork in the sink and the container in the trash under the sink. She makes her way to the bedroom. Although bedroom really isn’t the right name. There is no bed in this room, only work tables and filing cabinets. Turning on her overhead light, she sits down to work on her pet project. Solder here, connection there.
As she works, Hannah wonders how long it will be before she hears from her brother. If she hears anything from him. Her last letter went into the mail day before yesterday. He should have received it by now. It had been a couple of months since she heard from him. He kept telling her to get a telephone. Reminded her there were still rotary dial phones out there that she could use, but she always refesued. She loved hearing his voice, but a phone conversation was a poor substitute for actually seeing him.
He did have his own family now though. That had to count for something in the way of being out of touch. But she was there first, dammit. Why couldn’t he see that? They were the first family each other had. The only family that Hannah cared about. Their father just wasn’t someone she wanted to deal with. He hadn’t been there for her when she wanted it, needed it. Why should she be there for him now? Because he decided it was convenient? Bullshit. Convenient for him did not mean convenient for her.
“Dammit!” She dropped the soldering iron and sucked her right index finger into her mouth. Damn him. He wasn’t even here and he was still hurting her.
And it would figure that he would hurt her while she was in the middle of her project. Well, not the middle really. She was close. She just knew it. Just a little bit more and it would be done. She’d be able to have everything she’d always wanted. Okay, maybe not everything she’d always wanted, but she’d stopped wanting him to be there for her, to be a daddy for her, a long time ago.
But Henry. That was a different matter. She truly didn’t know what she would do without her brother. They had always been together, even in the womb. Of course, he was the trailblazer, always having to do everything first. First born, first doctorate, first married, first with a child. First to forgive their father.
No. She demanded honesty from those around her, she might as well be honest herself. Henry didn’t forgive their father first because he didn’t think there was anything to forgive. That was something she could never understand about him.
