SHORT STORY: A different kind of escape - 7 months ago, 13 July 17:22
High above a bustling town, in a luxury mansion perched regally atop a hill, Astrid stood, coffee in hand, on the balcony adjoining her bedroom, looking down.
She imagined the she could see people rushing to and fro on the busy streets, starting their morning shifts… but all she could actually see were cars.
“Hey,” a deep voice sounded right behind her.
She was used to being surprised; she had stopped flinching years ago.
“Oh… hey,” she turned back briefly and shot her perfected, mechanical smile over her shoulder before turning back to enjoy the view.
“There’s some coffee on the counter,” she said to her husband Karl, her tone measured and steady.
“Good. I hate early morning meetings,” he replied.
Karl walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup, still talking but more to himself now, not caring if she were listening, “...but these investors could change the game for us, ...
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