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Fiction: Apartment In London

Lucy approached her sofa. The beige leather sofa caught her attention. She sat down carefully. The apartment she rented for a week in London was modern and simple and beautiful. The kitchen was joint with the living room and a balcony emerged at the back of the room. A picture was hanging above the sofa. It was split in three long canvas pieces with a yellow-orange flower print. The kitchen furniture was all white, so were the walls, the two lamps on both sides of the sofa and the sun-blinds. Lucy took her phone out of the jacket pocket and turned on lunch music via SoundcloudSoundcloud for her is like a daily relief and escape out of the real world, however it extremely helps her reflecting about any and every fuss that is bugging her. The song is called “Young” by “The Paper Kites“; a new band from Melbourne, Australia she has discovered. She is sad though that they have only uploaded one song on their page as she enjoys this type of calm sounds, soft masculine voices and the country-flavor the song offers.

She remembers that she once got told to put the phone in a tied space like a cup for a better and louder sound. “Physics…” she thought and sighed. Her suitcases were still at the door and she completely forgot about them, but instead carried on walking into the second room: the bedroom. She definitely did not need that much space for herself, she thought, but it is never too much space anyway. The bedroom was all white again, only the light on the bedside table was grey and stripes ran parallel across the lamp. The space between the bed and the wall was tight on the window side, and the window was huge covered in sun-blinds, again.

Having noted her new environment for the next week, Lucy is curious to how it smells outside. She steps out on the balcony seeing all these huge trees, half-naked, yellow, green and brown leaves created by the autumn. Lucy loves autumn. It is the only season she thinks she can forget everything and start over. Moreover, she feels that she has never felt more comfortable in a foreign country as she did now. Maybe after all, England will not be a foreign country to her anymore, anytime soon? Who knows.

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