WIP: Bribery at its Finest
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skylark97 to write more on her awesome new WIP, I have written a little bit of story set in the same world.
Graham hated everything.
He hated the weather: cool and partly cloudy, with a wind that held the first bite of winter. He hated the city with its noise and smell and the people that were everywhere he looked. He hated the sound of car horns and brakes and the sound of laughter on the air. He hated the way his jacket rustled as he walked and the way his jeans were slightly too loose from the weight he'd lost.
Most of all, Graham hated Rick. Rick with his blond hair and his brown eyes and his freckles that spattered across his nose when he stayed out in the sun too long. Graham thrust his hands into his jeans pockets and slouched. Life officially sucked.
Today was a Saturday, the first Saturday he hadn't worked since he'd broken up with Rick. There was nothing for him to do but think, and Graham hated it. It wasn't his idea not to be in the office. His boss had forced him to leave. "This is the sixth Saturday you've been in. Take a day off. That's an order. I don't need my best engineer burning himself out."
Lovely.
Without even knowing why, Graham turned towards the ocean. The scent of salt and fish hit him and he wrinkled his noise. It stank. The pier creaked under his feet and the pilings were covered in bird shit.
A couple walked by, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Graham snorted. How could anyone think this place was romantic?
The ocean was blue with a tinge of brown and the foam was white with a tint of gray. Leathery green seaweed was churned by the waves. Graham leaned against the railing, looking over the side. Above him a seagull called and another answered.
A slight jangle caught his attention. Graham dug through the pocket on his jacket, trying to find the source of the sound. His fingers closed around something cool and metal. Graham pulled it out of his pocket and stared.
It was a ring. Plain gold and heavy, it looked like a wedding ring. What it was was an engagement ring. The engagement ring. The one Graham had bought when he still thought he and Rick would be together forever. He'd planned on proposing the night that Rick had broken up with him. This was the first time he'd worn the jacket in six weeks.
Wonderful. Just wonderful. Love sucked and now fate was rubbing his face in it. Graham looked up and a sign caught his eye. It was for one of the many small shops along the pier. The awing was yellow and white, and the door was of steel and glass. The sign itself was in gaudy brass letters printed on the window of the store.
Heartbreak Stop
A Pawn Shop for the Newly Single
Newly single? What an incredibly political correct phrase. It was obnoxious. Still there was the whole thing with the ring. What could it hurt? At the very least, Graham could take the money and buy himself enough alcohol that he'd forget about Rick altogether.
With that thought, Graham pushed open the door and entered the store.
skylark97 to write more on her awesome new WIP, I have written a little bit of story set in the same world. Graham hated everything.
He hated the weather: cool and partly cloudy, with a wind that held the first bite of winter. He hated the city with its noise and smell and the people that were everywhere he looked. He hated the sound of car horns and brakes and the sound of laughter on the air. He hated the way his jacket rustled as he walked and the way his jeans were slightly too loose from the weight he'd lost.
Most of all, Graham hated Rick. Rick with his blond hair and his brown eyes and his freckles that spattered across his nose when he stayed out in the sun too long. Graham thrust his hands into his jeans pockets and slouched. Life officially sucked.
Today was a Saturday, the first Saturday he hadn't worked since he'd broken up with Rick. There was nothing for him to do but think, and Graham hated it. It wasn't his idea not to be in the office. His boss had forced him to leave. "This is the sixth Saturday you've been in. Take a day off. That's an order. I don't need my best engineer burning himself out."
Lovely.
Without even knowing why, Graham turned towards the ocean. The scent of salt and fish hit him and he wrinkled his noise. It stank. The pier creaked under his feet and the pilings were covered in bird shit.
A couple walked by, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Graham snorted. How could anyone think this place was romantic?
The ocean was blue with a tinge of brown and the foam was white with a tint of gray. Leathery green seaweed was churned by the waves. Graham leaned against the railing, looking over the side. Above him a seagull called and another answered.
A slight jangle caught his attention. Graham dug through the pocket on his jacket, trying to find the source of the sound. His fingers closed around something cool and metal. Graham pulled it out of his pocket and stared.
It was a ring. Plain gold and heavy, it looked like a wedding ring. What it was was an engagement ring. The engagement ring. The one Graham had bought when he still thought he and Rick would be together forever. He'd planned on proposing the night that Rick had broken up with him. This was the first time he'd worn the jacket in six weeks.
Wonderful. Just wonderful. Love sucked and now fate was rubbing his face in it. Graham looked up and a sign caught his eye. It was for one of the many small shops along the pier. The awing was yellow and white, and the door was of steel and glass. The sign itself was in gaudy brass letters printed on the window of the store.
A Pawn Shop for the Newly Single
Newly single? What an incredibly political correct phrase. It was obnoxious. Still there was the whole thing with the ring. What could it hurt? At the very least, Graham could take the money and buy himself enough alcohol that he'd forget about Rick altogether.
With that thought, Graham pushed open the door and entered the store.
