Solstice

  ©2010 Elizabeth L. Clark

 You ever have one of those days where the powers that be have the shits and they're aiming it all at you? Well my day has been covered, mired, filled with and festered with shit. First I had to pull a double at the diner, sixteen long, greasy hours surrounded by the utter dregs of the universe. I got stiffed on what should have been a big tip, got my ass grabbed, coffee thrown at me (Seems the bitchy broad didn't want coffee in a cup…she expected it in a glass for some fucked up reason) and then, to make my last hour truly lovely, my period started with a vengeance and some gargantuan trucker stepped on my foot…ouch. I limp home, smelling of food and feeling as if I had been sliced and diced. I trudged along, carrying a bag of leftovers for me and my boyfriend Garret, thinking that once I got in we could eat and after a shower he would cuddle me until I passed out. That made me smile, I loved that man o' mine, had since we met in middle school.