God! Home ,Sweet, Home

As her watch hit eight ten Jessica walked with the feeling that the day was nearing it’s death. 1

The devil in Gucci heels (a.k.a. Alice Willie; her boss) had worked her to the point that, she thought, her fingers could just fall off. Jessica received, however a propitious omen when a call came in that Alice’s daughter was caught skipping school. At the moment it was a heaven sent relief for Jessica’s side but by tomorrow all Jessica would hear from the Gucci wearing devil would be ‘How do they accept my daughter to look nice without time to go shopping! I swear she doesn’t need to learn crap that she’ll never use! Why are they getting so upset that she went to Ralph Lauren?’2

Yet again tomorrow isn’t now. 3

Jessica pulled her scarf tighter around her neck as the cold made its presence known. ‘I hope the weatherman drops dead from the cold’ Jessica mumbled under her breath. ‘Sunny my ass!’ 4

Her fingers lay buried in her pockets. The combination of writing, typing and the cold she was sure that her fingers would probably have go into surgery for amputation. A good thought in theory being she wouldn’t have to work for Alice anymore. 5

“Damnit!” she yelled6

The heel of her shoe broke. 7

“Well… today…just the greatest day every!” she said trying to fix her shoe but was getting more frustrated as some of her red hair blinded her.8

Jessica now limped up to her apartment. At her door she searched for her keys but then remember that she left them in her desk draw at the office. She reached above the door to find her spare key. ‘Thank god for small favors’9

She open the door, took off her coat and shoes, went into her bedroom, changed from a suit into a tank top and long p.j. bottoms, and hit the sofa face first. Moments later she turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She then shut her eyes and let the moon kill the day.10