Adventures in Crowded City
Clara was walking
through town with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth when an avid sales man
walked up to her.
“Would
you like to try the best regimen found to help quit smoking? On sale now for
$29.99! It is a limited time offer!” exclaimed the sales person.
“Keep
your judgments to yourself,” mumbled Clara as she stalked past.
She
looked in a shop window. She saw the porcelain dolls with blemishes on their
face and hands. She saw the costume jewelry and the fake jewels. She skimmed
past the other old, antique items. She saw an old, dusty Bible with fancy
letters on it. She had always been neutral in religion. Honestly, she had never
really thought about it. After all, she had her whole life ahead of her and
she’d worry about that stuff later.
Clara
continued her walk to her apartment. She walked past the man with rags for clothes
and a sign that said Homeless and hungry,
please help. God bless! When she got to her apartment she immediately went
straight for the couch and grabbed a fleece blanket. The streets of New York
were frigid in late February. She wished she could just hibernate or fly to the
equator. Life in New York wasn’t easy especially when you worked for an old
antique shop barely getting enough pay for food. Clara got money from her rich
aunt that she rarely ever sees. She pays most of her expenses off that.
Life in
the big city often caused her fatigue. She finally drifted off to sleep. It was
not good, wholesome sleep; it was filled with nightmares and fears. It was
filled with things that she had tried to forget, but kept haunting her in her
slumber. It reminded her of the people she had neglected, the things she had
forgotten, and her relinquished dreams, but most of all it reminded her of her
past.
Clara
woke up from her troubling sleep.
“It
was all a dream,” Clara reminded herself.
Clara
walked over to her small kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It cold air made her shiver. She fumbled
through the fridge, but found nothing to eat. She sighed at the thought of
going back out to the crowded streets. She realized she had no choice so she
went to her room to dress in some warmer clothes. She had enmity for cold
weather. She missed the warm air of summer.
After
she had finished getting dressed she walked her room. She was on the 6 floor
and had to travel 6 flights of stairs multiple times every day because the
elevator was broken. They said it would be fixed tomorrow, but Clara highly
doubted that.
Clara
traveled swiftly down the stairs with her long brown hair tucked into a messy
bun. She got to the bottom of the stairs and walked into the lobby. It was
shabby and dreary, but she didn’t mind it that much. As she walked outside, the
cold air dug its teeth into skin. She shivered and dug her hands into empathetic
coat.
She
decided to take a bus her favorite restaurant The Cornelia Street Café. She went through phases of favorite restaurants.
Last month’s favorite was Delmonico’s
but it was too expensive so she decided to switch. She ordered marinated veal,
with mashed potatoes and a cup of strongly brewed coffee.
The waiter came after 30 minutes and
brought her food. She dug into her food quickly in order to ease her ever
growing hunger pains.
“Where is my coffee?” asked Clara
sharply.
She had never even looked at the
waiter. She finally she glanced up at the waiter and immediately reprimanded
herself for acting so harsh. He was tall and had sandy blonde hair and a nice
smile.
She smiled and said, “Never mind,
it’s okay, take as long as you need.”
“Alright, thanks,” acknowledged the
waiter.
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