Night walker part 4
Dear Bertie,
My goodness hon it seems like ages...
Bertie put down the letter, while getting up to check her cell phone. She heard a notification sound, who are you who who, coming from inside her shoe box and realized she had not checked her phone when she got this morning. She was surprised to see the letter from home in her mail box . This surprise interrupted her routine albeit slightly. Usually when she got home from a night on the street, after showering, she put away Shaniqua, including her trac phone and shoulder bag. Some of those items still sat on the table near the door, Bertie's customary drop zone upon entering her apartment. She takes Shaniqua's belongings from the table and places them in the hot pink and chartreuse shoe box with the bedazzled S on the front. Along with the items from the table Bertie adds to the box Shaniqua's nose and cheeks she retrieved from the bathroom sink. Bertie put the gaudy shoe box back on the book shelf next to the TV in the living room. Reaching in the other shoe box that sits alongside Shaniqua's, Bertie retrieves her android phone. The shoe box containing Bertie's belongings in contrast to Shaniqua's box is covered in wood grain contact paper with a gold calligraphic B on the front. Bertie created these boxes to help her keep things straight, who's who as it were. Bertie takes her phone and sees that the alert she heard is from Yahoo letting her know she has emails. Glancing at the emails, seeing nothing requiring her immediate attention Bertie decides to call it a night or day as the case may be. She isn't sure if she will head out tonight as Shaniqua. Bertie usually takes a night or two off between walks. The business with the leopard pump and those dogs kind of threw her off her game so, she just might head out this evening. The experiences won't happen without her. She can't have this charade all be for naught. Bertie turns out the lights heading for the bedroom she stops turning toward the open letter laying on the couch. Shrugging her shoulders and turning back towards the bedroom she sighs and thinks oh I will read it tomorrow or is it today; oh bother I will read it later.
by Lu'
01/05/13
My goodness hon it seems like ages...
Bertie put down the letter, while getting up to check her cell phone. She heard a notification sound, who are you who who, coming from inside her shoe box and realized she had not checked her phone when she got this morning. She was surprised to see the letter from home in her mail box . This surprise interrupted her routine albeit slightly. Usually when she got home from a night on the street, after showering, she put away Shaniqua, including her trac phone and shoulder bag. Some of those items still sat on the table near the door, Bertie's customary drop zone upon entering her apartment. She takes Shaniqua's belongings from the table and places them in the hot pink and chartreuse shoe box with the bedazzled S on the front. Along with the items from the table Bertie adds to the box Shaniqua's nose and cheeks she retrieved from the bathroom sink. Bertie put the gaudy shoe box back on the book shelf next to the TV in the living room. Reaching in the other shoe box that sits alongside Shaniqua's, Bertie retrieves her android phone. The shoe box containing Bertie's belongings in contrast to Shaniqua's box is covered in wood grain contact paper with a gold calligraphic B on the front. Bertie created these boxes to help her keep things straight, who's who as it were. Bertie takes her phone and sees that the alert she heard is from Yahoo letting her know she has emails. Glancing at the emails, seeing nothing requiring her immediate attention Bertie decides to call it a night or day as the case may be. She isn't sure if she will head out tonight as Shaniqua. Bertie usually takes a night or two off between walks. The business with the leopard pump and those dogs kind of threw her off her game so, she just might head out this evening. The experiences won't happen without her. She can't have this charade all be for naught. Bertie turns out the lights heading for the bedroom she stops turning toward the open letter laying on the couch. Shrugging her shoulders and turning back towards the bedroom she sighs and thinks oh I will read it tomorrow or is it today; oh bother I will read it later.
by Lu'
01/05/13
