Aug. 1st, 2016
It was her day off. With that day off, Tess had a schedule of tedious, boring and yet altogether unavoidable errands planned. It was mid-week – the morning so far was as normal and unremarkable as any other morning set aside for getting shit done – and the efficiency of it fell into a lull at the bank. Doesn't it always? And why weren't any of these people working, anyway? It's like that odd phenomenon of traffic at two o'clock in the afternoon on a weekday when everybody else in the world ought to be be where they should be already – not on the road. Such was the ➟