WeWriWa: EU21

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1        Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, are moving to an old hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's remote, in the mountains of Pennsylvania. After arriving at near dark, she saw someone in the woods at the edge of the yard. She's survived the night and had no intruders.

     There could be wonky punctuation to keep within wewriwa guidelines.  

     Last week's snippet ended with this:  
This is everything from my past I’ve deemed worthy of sharing space in my new life. My new parentless, husbandless, jobless life.
  Continuing from there... The snippet:    

    

    

     Losing my job… that was the final nail in whatever it is that holds life together. In my case, the nails were being pulled out one at a time until it all fell apart.

     Unpacking several totes and organizing the essentials takes up another hour. I slide the rest of the boxes into the little bedroom, my room from forty years ago. I’ll go through them later when I’m not swimming in emotion—as if that day will ever come...

     Several bottles of water later, and a recently unpacked box of kitchen supplies, I have a fresh pot of orange and spice tea. The first morning of my new life, I take my breakfast of a cheese omelet and a travel mug of tea out onto the porch. Murphy follows me. The front steps are a perfect dining room chair, and my lap serves as my table. Murphy has already wolfed down his eggs and now sits staring at me, his eyes pleading for some of mine; like always, he wins.

     Okay, it seems like things have settled down. She's at ease all alone up here in the hinterlands of civilization. For how long? ~evil laugh~ 

       That's it for this week. Thanks for visiting! I am truly grateful for comments and suggestions, and for you taking the time to read it.