The new house was wonderful when I got it in the year 1999.
It had long hallways the length of my old 4 house neighborhood and the extravagant staircase was also a given. The house was bare and all the rooms were painted a beautiful red wine color.
Even in its’ simplicity, everything seemed like it would be way beyond that of a middle-class twenty-three-year-old still trying to pay off student loans. But I wanted the house and I wasn’t going to take “no” from anyone. So, when I approached the retailing company about it I had my international lawyer on speed dial. However, when I got there, the building was closed for the holidays and I was forced to go back home to my one-room apartment.
Considering I was a young guy just trying to make a new life in the UK with no friends or relatives there, I decided to save money by leaving out unneeded furniture. ...
I'm thinking of making my first miniseries from a flash-fiction I created earlier in the year.
If you're wondering what it is, check it out, it's called "Caught up"(It's named that because I couldn't choose a title and I just named it after a song I was listening to. If you're interested in the song it is called "So Caught up" by the Tesky Brothers.) I'm leaning on the scale of making this an SCI-FI short storybook but I'm not entirely sure.
I'm the kind of person that will shrink away in an unwarranted embarrassment when smiled at from across the room or asked how my day was by a random stranger.