(the picture I used is one of my own personal paintings)
Narrow stairs of a historic building, lead to the attic where her small 2 room apartment was located. It was the only thing she got, after her grandmother died.
The place was stuck in between centuries. The security system was at least ten years old and it hardly noticed when she entered. She had to turn the switch on, so the whole thing launched.
When she did, a noise came from her answering machine. “beep, you've reached Nora Frost, you know what to do. - Hello Mrs Frost” an Irish accent echoed from the speaker “Ruby Walsh here, I called to your office today, but must've missed you...” Frost knew what was following and didn't look forward to it.
She pressed the delete button on the answering machine and proceeded with undressing her wet clothes. She left them on the floor and left to the bathroom.
The bathing area was small but tidy. Emerald tiles were covering the floor and five walls. The shape of it was almost like a beehive shape. The sixth wall was a mirror.
Nora stood naked in front of it brushing her wet hair. She stepped in to the shower and let hot water pour against her from all sides. The shower was new. It gave her the luxury of a hot waterfall and had amazing sound system for relaxing music.
She was used to be walk naked in her apartment. It was sort of a statement of freedom she had lost through adulthood. Her mother left her gipsy life for love of her father and they moved to Ireland. Soon after she was born, her mother couldn't find peace and became depressed for she felt traped somewhere she didn't belong. She loved her husband and her daughter but she couldn't find in her heart to love herself again. She stoped loving who she became. Her spirit was broken, the only thing that kept her sane were the dragonflies.
Nora red all the poems and diarys her mother wrote. she red them so many times the covers hardly held together what was inbetween. Her mother disappeared, and the last thing she drew was a dragonfly.It's why she had to leave Ireland. So her father wouldn't look at her too much for she was just like her. Lips, eyes, everything.They wrote letters to eachother from time to time, last she heard from him, he remarried.
Nora reached out of the shower to put on her bathrobe. She stoped ifront of the mirror wall, put on some night face cream and left the bathroom. The small balcony had neary enough space for two chairs and a small coffee table. She never used the second chair.
After she poured herself a glass of wine she walked past her two book coverd walls,
took a novel and hadded to the platform, set down and closed her eyes for a moment.
She melted in to her chair in to the sinkhole of her personal failure, knowing that with the crap cases she was getting, she will soon have to shut down her PI office.
The sky starless, the moons serpent almost invisible between heavy gray clowds. Tall skyscrapers touching celestial vault were lit up with comertial signs and mirror windows reflecting the light from the streets. Every few minutes a railway sound echoed against the walls of the old 3 store house she lived in. People always complained about it when she herself couldn’t sleep without the noise.
Occasional drop of rain still hit against the gutters, let the soft metallic sound rest in the air full of annoyed sounds coming from the alley down the street.
Just when she opened her book, the light started buzzing let out a cracking sound and went off. ‘Nice, just what I needed right now.’
Nora just steped inside to grab a phone and call a janitor when her phone started to ring wildly in her hand, she almost droped it.
When she answered a young voice inhaled and exchaled all this words Nora hardly even folowed:
'' Did I get miss Frost, I must've. I realy need your help, they killed him, well someone did, and I told him, I told him he would get himself in trouble with the way he lived.
My brother was a good person and he did not deserve to be disfigured like that. The police doesnt tell me anything and I'm going mad. You are the only person I trust around this matter, after the
incident with Tommy last year. ''
When Nora heard the name, the first thing that would link the voice with the story, she knew imidiatly who she was speaking to: ''Liza, is that you, darling calm down. You know I will, pore Tommy.''
The pore girl was sobbing in to the phone, she was desperatly looking for someone who would overlook the fact her brother was an ex con.
They were talking for almost half an hour, and made aramgements to meet in person.
Nora was a very compassionate person and could not help herselff letting the girl cry on her sholder, but it's not how work gets done, thats why she needed a public place. She knew Liza is too privat to make a scene in public and would calm down untill their meetup.
After hanging up nora completely forgot about the light on her terase. She needed to clearher head. She is rising from the ashes. Personal investigator, Nora Frost.
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A really lovely painting (as were your caricatures, I had a quick look at your other posts). There is some absolutely beautiful imagery expressed throughout this piece - and I felt quite compelled by a number of your lines; yet, as a constructive criticism, there were a number of editing issues in this piece which robbed some of that beauty back. Great to see you posting in The Ink Well, and it would be equally great to see you make some of those edits over time to give your writing that extra bit of shine.
hi, I thank you so kindly for your comment. I know exactly what you mean and the main reason for it is probably never fully master the English language. I am from Slovenia and I wish it wouldn't show, but it totally does xD. I appreciate all your kind words.
Thank you so much for writing this story for The Ink Well, @melara.create.
You let us know history and habits of a personal researcher. The phone call tells us that this story could continue with Nora's subsequent determinations. We are looking at an open ending. This can be very interesting. As readers we appreciate it when the short fiction we read ends with a resolution that leaves us satisfied and brings closure to the story.
Your writing is thoughtful and very effective. We look forward to your next stories.
We like to see your comments on other writers' work.
wow. you are also very cool painting. I like.
Thanks so much :))