On the Way

Loretta was doing nothing on a lazy Friday morning. If tonight is this dead that will be the last straw, she mumbled to herself. Little Bastard only made twelve euros an hour, very little for a life of honorable standard, she thought. On television girls had more fun.

Wendy watched the rain fall outside her classroom window. The Grade Three children she was in charge of were busy, and they were to stay that way for a while; War and Peace was good for something, after all. Wendy was a lesbian.

Traffic was always heavy on the way home.

They had been together for two years - Loretta, Wendy, and good-for-nothing Little B. At least they saved on groceries, frowned Loretta.

This nonsense has to come to an end.

Huh?

Literature-worn Kenny overheard Wendy’s silent plea. Kenny’s people had made him wear a brown suit that morning. The kids had taken his lunch, in the bus.

Outside it rained no more. Kenneth did not need illusions; he did not need answers, and he did not need illusions - the sun would shine again, thought Wendy, and she smiled. Little B would understand.

He’d worked all day, foregone lunch, and now rain. Traffic was slow.