FICTION: Lunches And Stilettos Part 2

The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me up. I stared at the ceiling, a splash of sunshine and shadows dancing. I feel disoriented- a bad case of hangover, I said to myself as I force myself to stand up and feel my way to the bathroom.

The cold water against my face seem to have helped in waking up my senses and I suddenly realized this is not my bathroom. I looked around hoping for something familiar to wake me up just in case I am having a bad dream. Then there's the tightening in my stomach as realization hit me.

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FICTION: Lunches And Stilettos

by Viva Manilena


So after dropping off a screaming Caitlin to her pre-school class, I found myself re-applying my makeup while waiting for Teena. A quick look at my Philip Stein confirms that she's running late for the nth time, which is not really bad because who arrives on time anyway. I learned that from Teena, by the way. 

The children's happy voices drowns the teacher's plea to have some quiet moment so that they can begin the lesson. I find that amusing as I watch behind the pillar outside the classroom. Caitlin's voice was one of the loudest. A trace of a smile form around my lips as I recall the scene earlier when she told me that she hates school. She hates her classmates. She hates her teacher. 

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