How Can I Help You?
Nella Nella Jones had been thinking about relocating, yet again, for some time, the commute to work was hell, but then her employer made the decision to transition to remote work. There were a lot of opinions on the matter, but Nella was happy about the decision. She could mindlessly offer ‘How can I help you?’ customer service for debit cards from anywhere, so why not have no answers and apologize to grumbling clients from home rather than an office.
Let Him Eat Cake
My wine glass tipped over on the bath mat as I shifted further into the tub. It was of no matter, the glass had been emptied long ago, a forgotten middle man in my quest toward oblivion. I swam in tulle, lace, and sorrowful anger rather than water. A lavender soak would probably be good for me right now, but I did not want to be calm yet. My cheeks were streaked with remnants of tears and part of me hoped my childhood fear of being sucked down the drain would come true. The mopey, clichéd beginning of a rom-com…or more likely my villainous origin story, the beginnings of unfettered horror brought upon any cheating husband I were to come across. Mine would be first, of course.
Barren trees and desolate plains mirrored the hearts of the three hopeless survivors trudging along without aim or reason. The world was turning, the year progressing, but the ground remained frozen, stiff and unfruitful.