Chapter One: Moving In

"There's no elevator?"
"It's out of order at the moment. You'll have to use the stairs."
"My leg is broken..."
"I'm sorry, you'll have to use the stairs."
Both Marie and the man at the front desk glance over at the taxi driver who had just placed the last of her suitcases in the lobby. Among the one suitcase there were five more just like it in an assortment of shapes and sizes, she also had a small television and a bed frame. Unfortunately she lived on the fifth floor.
Marie groped in her pocket for the remainder of money she had left to her name. $108.76. She crutched over to where the taxi driver was standing waiting to be paid.
"Excuse me, sir," she said to the taxi driver, "could i pay you a little extra to bring that stuff up to my apartment?"
"What floor do you live on?"
"...Fifth."
For a moment the taxi driver looked at Marie with a quizzical brow as if to immediately say no, but then he looked at her; one broken leg, two black eyes, a broken nose and a neck brace.
"Sure," he said.
"I'd help you if-"
"It's quite alright., I understand."
After about another hour all of Marie's belongings were in her new home.