Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Penny Barkley scratched the stupid mosquito bite on the back of the neck for the hundredth time in the last 5 minutes before remembering her pledge to ignore it. Why were mosquitos ever created!?
She stuck her key in her mail slot, dreading the collection of bills that she was sure would await her. She then headed for her apartment. She was tired and her feet ached. And, she still didn't enjoy coming home to spend her evenings alone. That was one of the reasons that she took ballet lessons - for something to do. Her job as a file clerk at Bensen and Sons was about the most mind numbing, boring job on the face of the Earth, and though it paid the bills, there had to be more to life than this.
Five years ago, she and her husband Clive Coombs had divorced. It was a relatively amicable divorce with a brief war over a beloved bonsai plant. But ever since then, she had found herself living a life alone. Nothing seemed to work. Hanging out at the bars looked desperate (hell, she didn't think she was THAT desperate) and after a couple of alcohol-fumed evenings had given that up. The online route was worse, as it hooked her up with guys like the one that spent the whole date eyeing her chest and telling dirty jokes that weren't really funny. All in all, unsuccessful.
Penny put her key in the door and went inside. Once she closed the door, the first thing she did was take off her shoes, breathing a big sigh of relief. Walking towards her bedroom, she scratched the mosquito bite again. Dammit!
Once in her bedroom, she quickly stripped out of her work clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She really didn't look that bad. At 34 years old, she still had her figure, partially due to the ballet lessons that she took. They helped her keep her shape and flexibility, one of the things that Clive frequently professed to love about her, before he found someone more 'flexible' then her. She had short red hair cut pixie style. Bright green eyes stared back at her. Her pale skin was lightly dusted, with freckles completely kissing every part of her body. Not her favorite part of her body, but something that she had no control over.
She would never have a dancer's body. Though not slim, she was not overweight at all. But she definitely had a womanly figure with full breast and curvy hips. Oh well!
She quickly donned her favorite tee - the one that said "It doesn't have to make sense cause it's ART" - and a pair of jean shorts and headed for the living room. Might as well read the mail and get it over with. She turned on the stereo, listening to the Rachmaninoff as she stretched out on the couch flipping through the stack of bills and flyers.
She stuck her key in her mail slot, dreading the collection of bills that she was sure would await her. She then headed for her apartment. She was tired and her feet ached. And, she still didn't enjoy coming home to spend her evenings alone. That was one of the reasons that she took ballet lessons - for something to do. Her job as a file clerk at Bensen and Sons was about the most mind numbing, boring job on the face of the Earth, and though it paid the bills, there had to be more to life than this.
Five years ago, she and her husband Clive Coombs had divorced. It was a relatively amicable divorce with a brief war over a beloved bonsai plant. But ever since then, she had found herself living a life alone. Nothing seemed to work. Hanging out at the bars looked desperate (hell, she didn't think she was THAT desperate) and after a couple of alcohol-fumed evenings had given that up. The online route was worse, as it hooked her up with guys like the one that spent the whole date eyeing her chest and telling dirty jokes that weren't really funny. All in all, unsuccessful.
Penny put her key in the door and went inside. Once she closed the door, the first thing she did was take off her shoes, breathing a big sigh of relief. Walking towards her bedroom, she scratched the mosquito bite again. Dammit!
Once in her bedroom, she quickly stripped out of her work clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She really didn't look that bad. At 34 years old, she still had her figure, partially due to the ballet lessons that she took. They helped her keep her shape and flexibility, one of the things that Clive frequently professed to love about her, before he found someone more 'flexible' then her. She had short red hair cut pixie style. Bright green eyes stared back at her. Her pale skin was lightly dusted, with freckles completely kissing every part of her body. Not her favorite part of her body, but something that she had no control over.
She would never have a dancer's body. Though not slim, she was not overweight at all. But she definitely had a womanly figure with full breast and curvy hips. Oh well!
She quickly donned her favorite tee - the one that said "It doesn't have to make sense cause it's ART" - and a pair of jean shorts and headed for the living room. Might as well read the mail and get it over with. She turned on the stereo, listening to the Rachmaninoff as she stretched out on the couch flipping through the stack of bills and flyers.