Post by Millie Foster on Jun 12, 2017 10:06:57 GMT -6
“You want to what now?!” Hildegard screamed and slammed her clenched fist onto the wooden table. She couldn’t believe what her sister had told her. After everything that she had done for her, Millie just came to her and said that she was leaving. How could she! “Forget it, it’s just… You can’t leave me to run the farm by myself. I’ll...I’ll.. I’ll die!”
“You can come with me. I mean, there are plenty of fishes in the sea. Plenty of rich houses you can marry into…”
“So, Millicent, what you’re trying to tell me is that I should join you in a city filled with negroes and other immoral peoples in attempt to find the perfect, rich man?” her sister nodded, but her response merely amused Hildegard. “You are aware of how foolish you’re sounding, are you?”
Millie sighed and shook her head. “I know I’m sounding foolish, but this is what I want to do and Gatsberry seems like the perfect place for someone like me.” The redhead clutched the newspaper heading and closed her eyes, imagining how life in the big city would look like. The promise of prosperity and new opportunities given on Papa’s radio played back in her head. Her dreaming was curtailed by a slap to the back of her head.
“Sure is perfect for a freak like you. I mean have you seen what - Millie? Get back here this instance!”
Millie was on the verge of tears. Sure, her sister could be quite cruel, but she had always done so at a distance. Never had she ever been this up front about how much she despised her. However, now wasn’t the time to be retrospective. She had to get to Gatsberry as soon as possible.
She ran to her room and pulled out twenty dollar bills tied neatly in a green ribbon. Anna… Millie clutched the money close to her chest. It still smelled of the peppermint from when her first friend and flame came to visit the farm. Normally, in this town, anyone who gave that much dough would expect it to be used on something huge like one of those fancy new John Deere tractors, but a train ticket and a few meals seemed more suitable for this bird leaving her hometown nest. Next, when night fell, she went into the barn and fized her gaze upon the glimmer of moonlight hitting one of the scythes. SCHINK! Now all that would remain of her was a pile of rust-red hair intermingled in a pile of hair.
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“A ticket to Gatsberry, please.” Millie put one of her suitcases down and pulled out a couple dollars from the bundle and handed it to the teller.
“Would you like a return ticket?” she had to think for a second. Certainly, this town would be missed, but returning wasn’t likely.
“No, ma’am.” She noticed a small snicker coming from another attendant who silently handed her a hat and her ticket.
“You’ll be needing this to get where you’re going. No one wants to see that in Gatsberry.” Millie grabbed the ticket, not paying any attention to the insult. “Good luck though, kid.” The eager young girl nodded, but she knew she didn't need any. Not for the life of her!
“You can come with me. I mean, there are plenty of fishes in the sea. Plenty of rich houses you can marry into…”
“So, Millicent, what you’re trying to tell me is that I should join you in a city filled with negroes and other immoral peoples in attempt to find the perfect, rich man?” her sister nodded, but her response merely amused Hildegard. “You are aware of how foolish you’re sounding, are you?”
Millie sighed and shook her head. “I know I’m sounding foolish, but this is what I want to do and Gatsberry seems like the perfect place for someone like me.” The redhead clutched the newspaper heading and closed her eyes, imagining how life in the big city would look like. The promise of prosperity and new opportunities given on Papa’s radio played back in her head. Her dreaming was curtailed by a slap to the back of her head.
“Sure is perfect for a freak like you. I mean have you seen what - Millie? Get back here this instance!”
Millie was on the verge of tears. Sure, her sister could be quite cruel, but she had always done so at a distance. Never had she ever been this up front about how much she despised her. However, now wasn’t the time to be retrospective. She had to get to Gatsberry as soon as possible.
She ran to her room and pulled out twenty dollar bills tied neatly in a green ribbon. Anna… Millie clutched the money close to her chest. It still smelled of the peppermint from when her first friend and flame came to visit the farm. Normally, in this town, anyone who gave that much dough would expect it to be used on something huge like one of those fancy new John Deere tractors, but a train ticket and a few meals seemed more suitable for this bird leaving her hometown nest. Next, when night fell, she went into the barn and fized her gaze upon the glimmer of moonlight hitting one of the scythes. SCHINK! Now all that would remain of her was a pile of rust-red hair intermingled in a pile of hair.
~~~
“A ticket to Gatsberry, please.” Millie put one of her suitcases down and pulled out a couple dollars from the bundle and handed it to the teller.
“Would you like a return ticket?” she had to think for a second. Certainly, this town would be missed, but returning wasn’t likely.
“No, ma’am.” She noticed a small snicker coming from another attendant who silently handed her a hat and her ticket.
“You’ll be needing this to get where you’re going. No one wants to see that in Gatsberry.” Millie grabbed the ticket, not paying any attention to the insult. “Good luck though, kid.” The eager young girl nodded, but she knew she didn't need any. Not for the life of her!