3.05.2014

Story 1. Part 1.

Alex was one of the lucky ones.  At least, that's what she told herself when she felt insecure about her decision. Leaving Denver was definitely what she'd wanted; there were no doubts in her mind about that. It was the hellhole of her youth and she didn't bother to veil her contempt when the ladies at the shop cooed with envy during the interview.  People worldwide, it seemed, believed that anywhere in Colorado just had to be Paradise. It somehow conjured visions of azure skies backlighting an endless wonderland of peaks, glittering with ski resorts and high country rock climbing opportunities.  Alex cursed them all to be forced to drive through the eastern half of the state and on through Kansas. She wanted every person whose eyes moistened with longing at the thought of a Rocky Mountain high to be buried six feet deep in snow.  In their cars.  She was one of the lucky ones who got out. Hell - if there was one - was spending your entire life suffocating in the town of your birth, no matter where that town happened to be.

But after nearly a six months in Austin, it still didn't feel like home...

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