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 |   A little bit of everything, colored my own way. |
| THE PROMPT: "Inside the rental, character discovers a dead _______________." Chet couldn't wait to sit down and figure out where next this journey would take him. He figured it'd be best to stay on his own for awhile. The weekly rate at the Pink Flamingo was reasonable enough, and it was on the bus route back to Walden, so his commute wasn't too compromised. And he'd been through it all with the relationships he'd had over the last two decades...why should he stress out in another one, at the age of 42 and having no semblance of being settled? He needed to reestablish his place in society, he thought to himself as he turned the key. As he walked in, he couldn't help but feel the sag in his shoulders as he set his bags down. His heart sunk further into his abdomen...this clearly was not what he had imagined. This place hadn't been updated in almost thirty years! Dingy brown walls, a single twin bed, tattered yellow curtains, an old RCA tv, stains everywhere imaginable (and otherwise), and a slight odor to the room that one could only describe as "regret". Or as Chet thought, a one night stand mixed with death, left to percolate for well past the freshness date. He sat down at the rickety table, too tired to unpack. Figuring it'd be his only company for awhile, he turned on the tv...a hum and a pop made him reconsider, as the tv was obviously also on its last legs. Knowing how late it was, and management wouldn't be able to just bring him another tv, he pulled out his discman and prepared himself for a night of letting the music take him over...away from his misery, and away from the night itself. He cracked a duece-duece and got about as comfortable as one could get in that chair, reading the day's news in print form. No sooner did he turn the page then did he notice the vase on the counterspace by the "kitchen-like" area of the room. Next to the single-cup coffee pot and the conventional microwave that was bolted down to the counter, there was a small vase with a single dead carnation limping over its side. Chet was taken aback by this...how could this have not been cleaned up? But then again, his expectations had suffered blows since the minute he walked in, and wasn't as surprised. Without another thought, he was gonna let that duece-duece and newspaper calm himself to sleep, and see the manager as soon as he got home from work in the afternoon about the tv. |
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