Elusive Ink

Penelope dropped her duffel bag on the slick hardwood floor.

"Hello home." she whispered, it echoed.

She walked over to the window and looked down: eight stories. She stared down while she kicked off her converse shoes. This was her life, so drastically different than even a year ago. She walked over to the barren kitchenette and slid across the floors in multicolored toe-socks, ignoring the stacks of boxes and pulling a box of popcorn from the nearly barren cupboard. She stuck it in the microwave and hopped up onto the counter, in total disbelief that she was (as of ten minutes ago) on her own.

Jealous. Yes. That was the word she'd used.

She chuckled to herself as she sat on the counter and ate popcorn, staring around at the stacks of boxes scattered around the plastic-covered furniture, boxes of photography equipment and lamps with umbrellas stuck around the room randomly. Hopping off the counter, she began to unpack boxes, pulling out large prints of wedding flowers, and macro shots of infant feet and hands.

"Music..." she said aloud, walking to the duffel bag and pulling out an extremely thin laptop, plugging it into the wall and selecting a Playlist of upbeat Latin music.

She wondered as she unpacked, what had led her to photography, and specifically wedding photography. She couldn't remember...although it probably had to do with how desperately she wanted to get married, despite the lack of romantic interest in her life.

Pulling out of her muse, there was a knock at the door. A curious thing, since only a few people knew she lived here, and she wasn't expecting anyone over. She walked to the door, and opened it.

Standing there in the doorway was a very attractive elderly woman. Her eyes were piercing, and despite her obvious age...there was youth in her spirit. She was dressed in white linen pants, pulled up past her slightly round belly, and a powder blue striped button down that hung slightly on the woman's small frame. Silver hair framed her face attractively, in a deliberate 'bob' haircut, and her makeup was fresh, and light, and young. Penelope raised an eyebrow, "Hello?"

The woman pushed her way past the confused Penelope and walked into the cluttered and boxed apartment. She walked to the center of the living room floor and sat cross legged. Penelope turned to face the woman sitting in the middle of her living room floor, walking a few steps closer.

"Excuse me, can I help you ma'am? Are you lost?"

"No." the woman said quietly, with a mischievous smile. "I'm Genevieve."