The Uncanny Love of a City Girl

Daniella, or Dani, Ella or Danielle, whatever you prefer to call her was content on her shabby apartment in the nice section of the Bronx. Suited for one person with all the utilities needed to survive, she did not care for the material. So long as she lived and comfortably, content had not been the right word but happy and satisfied.

But as of now, she was jobless after the fire tore down the Iron Mill she worked at.

The twenty-three year old, last luggage in hand, took her final sweep of the eyes around her pitiful home.

With the terrible economy, and the loss of her job, this compelled her to move mid-west, to Missouri for a new job opportunity.

Danielle scoped the room once more for any minor details she'd left out. After all was done, a sigh escaped her lips. Spinning on her heels, she turned and exited the hole of memories, closing the door on her way out.

"It saddens me to see you leave! Three years and so much has changed!" Grandma, or Granny, Charlotte grabbed for Danielle's hands prodding her to stay a little while longer.

Charlotte was a wacky ol' lady next door who saw, heard, and basically knew everything and everyone.

I wouldn't put it past her to know what might become of me.

Danielle smiled, faintly believing she might actually miss the old hag. Not the neighborhood, of course. That was crap. A group of loud and angry teenagers swarmed the basketball courts, right in front of her apartment.

There was either a fight, or an actual basketball game that eventually led into a fight. Guess who isn't getting into the NBA anytime soon?

All the bickering usually added up to guns blazing and knives thrown around.

Perhaps leaving the city will do her some good.

A taxi cab waited for Danielle out front, near a bunch of drug dealing kids. She said her good byes to Granny, and headed to the car.

"We gonna miss you, Miss Kaser!" one of the boys yelled to her as she stepped down into the vehicle.

"Drive!" she muttered quickly as the driver sped off and out of the danger zone.

The place was good riddance.

It was only a slight while until she made it to the airport and boarded, not bothering with small talk for the cab driver.

Regrettably, Danielle didn't buy First Class tickets, and instead was sitting in Coach. Like it mattered anyways. She didn't mind sitting next to the six year old girl and the dusty cowboy. That is, until the girl began bickering with the boy behind her.

She tried rubbing her temples, attempting to sooth the stress and anxiety building up inside of her. But enough was enough.

Danielle took hold of the little girl's wrist gently but making sure she was being acknowledged.

"It isn't nice to bicker, you know. People are trying to nap."

"Yeah? So what?!" the child yanked her arm from Danielle's grip with dramatic force. A small huff of breath made its way out of Danielle's mouth.

"If you keep arguing, the man up there driving the plane is going to come back here. Then you tell me, who's driving the plane?" A sneaky grin flashed across her face but was instantly replaced with false seriousness.

The little girl's eyes widened like a balloon, her mouth began quivering.

"So if I'm not mean... we won't crash?" A small whisper was made to the young woman.