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Angie walks into the mall - there are nerves in her bones as she hands over a resume.  her nerves show and she is given the callback promise before she leaves.  Angie walks out of the store and sees her resume thrown into the trash -  she feels like trash and with her head hung low she walks home.

On the way home Angie kicks some stones as she thinks foul thoughts - she wishes she lived somewhere else, but she does not.  She lives on Cherry Street where it smells sweet but there is a foul whispered on the air.  Like a girl aged six was murdered at Christmas with an axe that was used to chop the winter firewood, like a guy aged twenty-two jumped off the roof to kill himself after his girlfriend had dumped him.  Yes, on the right day the wind feels too cold and she has to hold herself under a blanket to escape the chill.

Angie loses her color and she moves on towards her street.  She feels too cold and she realizes that she might faint.  The day has been long and with the strain of applying for a job mixed with no lunch has made her week.  She staggers by a lone tree, and she struggles to hold on, when a beep bellows from behind.

Angie turns and sees her fathers car drive up to the curb.  Angie smiles, however the startle of the horn rings her brain and her legs give in.  Angie stumbles to the ground and blanks out and in the distance she hears echo steps.  They walk on and on and she listens to the sound of the quiet pitter patter like it is a tune she can hear.  However then she opens her eyes and she realizes that she was not awake, only asleep in a dream where she was lost and could not hear even as she listened to the sound of feet.

Angie looks to Jack and smiles before she sits up in her car.  Angie rubs her hair.

"Hi;"  she mutters.

"No lunch?"  asks Jack with a tense expression.

Angie shrugs -  she wants to say she forgot the lunch but in truth it rests inside of her bag in a pocket.  She hadn't forgotten she just didn't want to eat it -  the smell of off eat and egg made her feel sluggish.  She had drunk water from the tap instead and rested on a grumbling belly.

"I thought it was off;"  tells Angie after a minute.

"No lunch!"  steams Jack.  "You need to eat!"  he yells.

"I'll have food at home;"  mutters Angie with a shrug.

Jack growls.

"Home!  What's there!"  he gasps as he thumps a hand on the steering wheel.

Jack holds his breath and then he sighs -  it is a strange moment which makes the hairs on Angie's arms prickle.  She tenses as Jack relaxes and not another sound is heard as the car drives home.


In the garage Angie slips out of the car -  she doesn't take a step before pow!  The slap of  a hand apples her cheek!  Angie stumbles and bam! another hit strikes!  Angie moves around the hood of the car when she bumps into a warm body to use as a pillow.  With eyes seeing fog she is rushed into the house and taken to her room where she is placed onto her bed.  Angie feels off -  she can't even see straight all she can hear is her heartbeat pulsing inside of her head.  She feels for her temple and reaches her ear before she blanks out again -  the world is closed, and in a black abyss she sinks as time ticks on.


When Angie wakes a cold sandwich sits next to her bed on the small table and she glares with disinterest -   it is layered with beef and corn beef.  Angie sulks and she turns her head away -  she grimaces as she feels a bruise and she weeps as she closes her eyes.  She has been hit hard and it has exhausted her; she can't do anything but close her eyes as her sad sorries turn into misery.