It's Monday and I am here to deliver another shitty chapter that was rushed by yours sincerely. This is a product of 4am not being a sleep mixed with I'm a multitasking champion that cleans and writes at the same time. But it's done and I hope you enjoy it I guess. If not say so, if you do enjoy it: also say so. You know the drill: read, vote, comment, spam with comments.
Have a good Monday, Love, ruth(more or less) x
p.s. the italics in this book are Farsi, I don't know much of it so as this book goes along I'll keep y'all updated how it's going to work.
word count: 1,547 words
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BRONSON CITY IS a delicate place architecturally; presenting its history on a golden platter.
It drips off like honey through the grand pianos playing within restaurants. It can be heard in the cafés as jazzy blues transport themselves through the air. Harps placed angelically upon aspiring orchestra players' laps, fingers skilfully creating hum worthy tunes. Dalileh hums to the heartbeat of Bronson City as she follows the instructions she memorised that earlier morning. She eventually walks into a small street of somewhat silence and a lack of the city lustre.
The two story breakfast shop has a warmth surrounding it with the neutral colours and the garden plants that hang off the terrace and ceiling. That's when she knows that she's reached the place. However, her mind begins to panic as she wonders what will happen. Fragility becomes the only concept her mind can focus on. She's come to believe that she's fragile since it's the first time she's left her house for anything other than routine since ten months ago.
Dalileh walks into the store and it's warmth attaches to her like a magnet the moment she enters. There's a fireplace in the corner which provides an elegant addition to the light bulbs that shine a bright light. It balances out the gloominess of the clouds outside. The details etch themselves into Dalileh's mind as she looks for him. Scanning the buzzing café and noticing the absence of his figure she heads upstairs. The metal stair rails cause friction between it and her skin.
When she reaches the second floor she sees him and Dalileh freezes in her spot. He is sitting on a brown leather armchair which is pretty close to the ground; it gives the armchair a seventies feeling but with a modern twist. The second floor is much gloomier; being heavily reliant upon natural light with the lights being switched off.
Dalileh notices that besides Egon, there is only two small groups of people whom seem to be university students. They chatter while quietly sipping on their coffees. A handful of them have half finished plates of food in front of them. It's when Dalileh has her senses flooded with the scent of fresh coffee that he takes notice of her presence. His eyes are wide, and Dalileh can tell that this is purely due to her physical presence.
