This Centus will be my last for a while. No, I’m not bailing out for good. I have a new blog, and I am spending more time on essays and poems. I need to get “My Mismatched Life” off the ground, but that does not mean that I won’t be around to read some posts here and try to reply to as many as I can. Just think of me as part of the wallpaper. Those of you who have been with me a while, please visit and comment and/or email me constructive criticism - about format, content, anything you see that I can improve.
Now for my contribution for today:
Now for my contribution for today:
Black Friday had steamrolled over Susan at her job at the Food Court’s most popular fast food spot. The place was mobbed, her head spinning all day, punching in orders at such lightening speed that her fingertips were sore.
She pulled off her greasy uniform, and without a glance at the shower, fell into bed. Sleep was a black hole, and she rode it’s winds into oblivion.
“Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzz. The alarm clock sounded. She pulled the cover over her head, praying it was a dream.
Then the phone chimed in. She groped for it, pulling it to her ear.
“Would you like fries with that?”
