Ellie's Story

A Humble Fire

Her mind began to race a bit, Emmie was a creative woman who just felt a little slow when it comes to processing information and making action with them, she didn't hate people bit couldn't stand more than a few at a time, it made visiting family hard, because they were both overly social and judgmental, in all the ways Emmie struggled to adjust to the whole time growing up with them. Emmie built her tin home from scratch out hurricane disaster relief efforts back when she had a truck she called Big Lime.

Big Lime was a way Emmie could leave her home in the desert and easily visit anywhere else and pickup nifty things wherever she happened to be. One day Big Lime just wouldn't start up anymore, and repairs people arrived at her home to see what he as wrong, it had seemed Big Lime was falling apart from the inside, multiple interior parts had fallen off and rusted, it would take nearly 9 thousand dollars to fix, and that was 9 thousand more than Emmie had. So Big Lime has sad next to her little tin home as a big decoration. It's brilliant painted Aquamarine metal body didn't look a day old, but Emmie had no concept that card needed to be fixed regularly and that they can fall apart until the day it happened. She converted it to a large shell to grow flowers vegetables and fruit.

Since being nearly stranded, she had picked up the hobby of digging, to find hidden things underground, she mixed the randomness of what is below with uniformity, creating eleven 50 foot wide circles that were 12 feet deep over a few months. Often, she didn't find much at all, though rarely she found objects she would call people to look at and purchase from her. Her going back everyday was a way to find something new, and making a little money without the stress and uniformity of regular work, she didn't want to take long trips for labor and with Big Lime out of commission it made regular work travel not possible.

She had saved all the money she made from selling her findings, in little stashes through the house, she never had a thought to spend it on anything but her pet mice and her food deliveries. After the rainy day, she don't go to the holes, but added her stashes together on the bed. Her bare feet wiggled as she counted coins, paper checks and paper dollars. Her long hair was nearly pointing at bills, to help her count. The mice chewed up a few of the single dollar bills, Emmie let them because she felt it was their money too . She had accumulated 17 thousand dollars and ninety cents.

She had the realization that Big Lime could be fixed with just a simple call. That she did not have to be stuck and all of her digging actually had a significance that she had forgotten about. She could do - a lot more than what she has been. She hadn't made new friends in years, had hadn't had a partner since before a new friend. She's had the same hairstyle for at least four years, and had never wore a dress. Her house has had a hole through the roof since the day she built it, and a fridge that ticks like an old world clock and keeps things cool only for a few days before it clucks and whistles , not working for many hours. She was use to all this, because she didn't ask for many things.

Emmie was an adaptable person, she learned quickly in life what she could withstand and what she couldn't. She wrote to herself ideas of what she wanted to do for the rest of the month, to fix Big Lime, give her mice names, calling her friends to see the home she built, and maybe finding a nice guy that may or may not dig holes for a living.