Post by Kayleigh Owen on Mar 19, 2011 7:42:13 GMT -5
The woman flitted about anxiously, checking on flowers while her boss glared at her. "You know, Kayleigh, you really should think about getting married before it's too late, and you become a spinster." The woman was about to fire off a snappy remark, but she held herself back. Instead, she walked up to the aging woman and hugged her gently. "I'll be okay, mama." She had been calling the woman that ever since she began working there, and the woman was among one of the few that knew why. What the elderly woman didn't understand was why a rich girl not only lived in the slums but refused to marry or even look at men, although she did understand the woman's' general fear.
As the aging woman pulled away and began hacking, Kayleigh's heart went out to her. Once again, it was far beyond closing time, and she had stayed in the hopes that she could convince the stubborn widow to allow her to buy the best medicinal care that was available. She knew what the woman would say, and she knew that if the woman were to die from whatever ailed her, she would inherit the flower shop. "Mama, let me get you a doctor." The woman's response was sharp and firm as she urged her out the door. "No." As she stumbled out the door, the skirt she had owned since the age of seventeen got torn.
"I love you, mama. Please get better soon." Those were the final words she spoke before regaining what little composure she had left and standing to her full height. Tears sparkled in her eyes, but she made no further arguments as the door to the shop slammed shut in her face. To make matters worse, the white and gold corset she wore was nearly choking her. If it weren't for the fact she was in public, she would attempt to loosen it.With the heels making her feet ache, she walked silently towards her home in the slums at a slow but steady pace, considering she had yet to run into any troubles.
As the aging woman pulled away and began hacking, Kayleigh's heart went out to her. Once again, it was far beyond closing time, and she had stayed in the hopes that she could convince the stubborn widow to allow her to buy the best medicinal care that was available. She knew what the woman would say, and she knew that if the woman were to die from whatever ailed her, she would inherit the flower shop. "Mama, let me get you a doctor." The woman's response was sharp and firm as she urged her out the door. "No." As she stumbled out the door, the skirt she had owned since the age of seventeen got torn.
"I love you, mama. Please get better soon." Those were the final words she spoke before regaining what little composure she had left and standing to her full height. Tears sparkled in her eyes, but she made no further arguments as the door to the shop slammed shut in her face. To make matters worse, the white and gold corset she wore was nearly choking her. If it weren't for the fact she was in public, she would attempt to loosen it.With the heels making her feet ache, she walked silently towards her home in the slums at a slow but steady pace, considering she had yet to run into any troubles.
