It was November 22, 1950., Queens New York and it was Luisa Abreu’s 40th birthday, it ADVERB didn’t feel like it, and it hadn’t for a long time. She had spent that day 9 to 5 working for a job she didn’t like, and one she had made too many sacrifices for.
After NOUN, she walked to the train station, she tried her best to not be ADJECTIVE in the big crowd on the street, so she wouldn’t get crushed. It was ADVERB reassuring to see other people through similar circumstances, but it was weird to think about how she used to NOUN out of a crowd with her vibrant and lively energy and now is just another normal depressed, drained law-abiding NOUN.
All the sudden her walk felt long and tiring, and as then her thoughts where ADVERB interrupted, someone shouted:
“Hey! Louise!”
It was one of her ADVERB annoying superiors, who no matter what couldn’t pronounce her name right, and incited everyone to do the same. ADVERB , of course because he’s a John Carter, he’s “theee beeest”.
“Hello, Mr. Carter!”
“C’mon I told you to call me John.”
“Oh, I could never Mr. Carter”
“Ahhh, what a NOUN, Louise!”
“Well, I have to get going, nice seeing Mr. Carter”
“Oh! but why not go out with a couple of beers with the old man aye!”
“Sorry Mr. Carter I have to get early home, it’s my day with the kids today.”
“But it’s Friday!”
“Sorry Mr. Carter!”
She said while NOUN away so he would stop ADJECTIVE .
When she ADVERB got to the train station it appeared the subway hadn’t stopped yet, ADVERB she was early. She stood leaning against a pillar, her NOUN and NOUN tired and aching all over. She ADVERB enough, thought of how she couldn’t wait to retire, that is if she could.
She ADJECTIVE her eyes, to take a moment to herself and longed for what she used to do on a special day like this when she used to lead a young lively life, and which is now long gone.
She remembered how she used to spend her birthday back at home, and how at times she used to have the NOUN to do it at times when it wasn’t her birthday. Remembered how on each birthday celebration or any day for that matter that felt special she used to go the Mar Chiquita beach at about sunset.
Where she would sit below a palm tree with her big NOUN of fresh NOUN by, the best in Manatí. She would lay there admiring the waves and the sun reflecting on the water and with a big cold spoon would grab a big NOUN of nice juicy NOUN which she would eat with one big chew. She would at times bring a nice calming book with a lot of passion and complex ways of narration and description, just so that if she understood it, she could feel smart. When they were poems, she would read them out loud as if the NOUN from the sea could hear. When she would get tired or too relaxed that is, she would close her eyes and listen to the waves, the way they would go ADVERB, then come back out in a big NOUN, the sound of the birds ADJECTIVE , so free just like she used to be.
The sound of the train stop made her go back to reality, she opened her eyes, off guard, she felt NOUN all over and her heart drop, realizing she would never be able to experience that ever again. She got a VERB of herself and got in the crowded subway.
Tired and looking for a seat, one which she knew she wouldn’t be able to find because it was too ADVERB, it was too ADVERB .
