Mia didn't know where to begin. All the bills, both unpaid and paid, were lying on the kitchen counter in a heap. The carpet felt a little sticky near the couch, from all the titbits fallen from dinners with a side of entertainment. The bookshelves in the hall looked very weird with most of the books in piles instead of neat rows. The whole apartment stank, aesthetically and by scent.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation as she took in the state of her apartment. One week, just seven days, in the hands of her brothers had ended her moderately appeasing home into a stink hole. She made a mental note to kill her siblings in their sleep in the coming days. But her apartment needed immediate attention.
After an exhausting day of lugging the very heavy carpet to the dry-cleaners three blocks away, vacuuming the bare floors of her apartment, kind of sorting out her bills, arranging her bookshelves (with her brothers' help- they even cleaned the racks, those scallops) and lastly putting back the carpet by herself and fixing it, Mia was ready to call it a day and just fall into bed. But there was one more thing that had to be fixed and there was not much time before nightfall. She marched up to the phone with the box of envelopes that she had found among the bills and started sorting them into bills to be paid and mail to be answered. She called and cleared some messages she found in the box.
Among the mail was a fancy looking envelope which was weird as she, the receiver, was a newbie at this place and almost nobody knew this address. Mia tore up the opening flap of the thing and took out the weird scented card out and sniffed it. Ah, bliss. The smell of herbs and honeysuckle soothed her and anticipation as to who the sender was brewed in her mind.
Quickly reading the fancy script, her face gradually paled and continued doing so as she read it again to double check. The card fell out of her hands as she sat still in shock at what she had just read.
The invitation to the reunion of her high school class.
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Curl By The Fire
Fiction généraleEXCERPT: Sorry, I just realised I hadn't told you about myself at all. My name is Mia Daye. I'm going on 28, hails from India and now works at Oxford as a Professor, specializing in Norse and Greco-Roman Mythology. I know it sounds terribly boring...
