Slow House の小説・ストーリー

I want to make this breakfast special, so I made all the normal breakfast things then baked muffins and all that. Around five-thirty the first batch of people came in just after I had put everything on the table. “Seems like the slave woke up in a good mood today.” Commented Zeke one of the most annoying people in the pack but he is not going to ruin my mood, not today! “It’s her birthday that’s why maybe she is expecting presents,” Victor comments shoving bacon in his mouth but I ignored them and continued with what I was doing.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

He held her and still did not know the reason why he was doing so. He stepped into his house and blindly groped for the switch. Finding it, he flicked it and light filled the house, highlighting the beauty and elegance of the house from the lofty chandeliers which lit the house to the newly imported chairs from Italy and the nice interior decoration. Above all, the reason he treasured the house was for it peaceful atmosphere. Peace. Just what he needed, after a night in a lousy karaoke.

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "