Thread: Murder Me (redux) [AndNich123 & ShadowsLitany]

The empty bottles clinked together as she wrapped her fingers around them and removed them from the table. Empty paper plates, containers that held various foods, and of course the ever loved used napkins littered the table. 'Such a pity,' she thought. 'Probably don't even own napkins at home.' It never ceased to amaze her how people acted so different in public. Some were far more hygienic. Then there were those who seemed to be nothing short of farm animals who seemed to barely the concept of using a public bathroom. Still, it paid the bills. The job wasn't how she envisioned spending her life, but here she was. A lot of people were probably in that same boat she imagined. The place was okay, the people were decent, and the money was enough to cover everything she needed. She was even able to help her family out here and there. Most of her family was scattered across the country, but she had remained close to home. So it seemed helping out her family fell on her shoulders. Aunts, uncles, cousins she rarely, if ever, saw anyone were only names and photographs. The only thing real were the ones she physically saw. In time, they too would be gone, and then what? What would she leave behind? Would she be remembered? It was hard enough taking in the day to day grind and worry, but to know that once she was gone that would be it, almost made things seem hopeless. Molly sighed at the thought. There were so many other things she wanted, but seeing the world or trying anything that would be deemed exotic certainly wouldn't happen on her salary. Salary. She almost laughed out loud at the thought. A trip out of town once a year was a luxury to her. Still she had everything she needed, and some could not afford that. Plus she was able to help her family. So she always pulled her mind back into remembering how lucky she truly was. Through the large windows that littered the front of the diner she could see the building uptown. They towered above the rest of skyline. Often she wondered what it would be like to be inside one of those buildings. What would it be like to live there? What did those people wear? She bet their clothes cost more money than she would ever see in a lifetime. Lifetime. Another word that almost drew a laugh from her lips. 'Maybe,' she thought. Going behind the counter, she discarded the rest of what she had on her tray and once more looked towards the buildings. Maybe they were animals. Maybe they were as bad as she had seen in the movies. Wolves, terrible people who drank too much and worked too much. Maybe they.'Who am I kidding,' she thought. 'They have it all, and they probably don't even know it.' Her eyes shifted to some silly poster that had hung on the walls the entire time she had worked there. A kitten barely hanging on to a limp with some inspirational words. She smirked at it. 'I know how you feel little guy.' Walking over she placed her hand on the worn image of the little, furry animal before retrieving her bag from underneath the counter. I'm out, she shouted to the man in the back, who yelled something back to her. Knowing it was okay, she unlocked the door, let herself out, and locked it with her keys. Outside the cool night air kissed her face, and she felt awakened. The buildings still loomed in the distance, but somehow it felt different. Perhaps it was the evening air or the smells from downtown that filled her senses. Maybe it was the sounds of car horns blazing and people shouting. Whatever it was, the buildings seemed.bigger. It was hard to fathom, but the same ground that was beneath her feet right now was the same ground those people got to stand on. Granted they probably never went downtown, but it was in a sense. 'I'd give anything to meet one of them. I'd give anything to have what they have,' she thought. Taking a step, she felt it. It was the tell tale feeling of a shoelace breaking. Darn it, she whispered, sitting down on the curb to try and fix it. Pulling the lace from her shoe, she would try to lace up her shoes again and hope it would still work. As it came free, she held it up. Perfect. Her hand flopped down, still clinging the lace, as she looked to the buildings once more. Just once I'd like to not have to worry about.everything. Just once., She stopped, hearing her phone chime in her bag. Pulling it out, her eyes widened at what she saw. Someone had responded to her ad. It had been so long since she put it up, she had almost forgotten about it, but there it was. A reply. She gulped, clenching her phone, starring at his words while the light from her phone lit up the area around her. 'This is it,' she thought. 'This is..what..I've been looking for.'