Sally kicked the door closed with her foot. Her head ached and she rummaged in her bag for some nurofen. Nothing. Walking into the kitchen she opened the top cabinet where most of her discarded medication had accumulated. Rumpled packets, empty jars of pills, nothing.
"Damn", she cursed out loud. Her head was pounding by now. Turning back across the hallway she opened the door to her bedroom and flung herself on to her duvet, still unmade since the morning's rushed departure.
"Bloody rabbits!" she cursed again, sitting up to remove her coat and boots.
Looking around the bedroom, all Sally could see were remnants of her former life. It was depressing. Even the framed photograph of her and Rob on their wedding day was dusty from neglect. Bastard, she thought, and got up to turn it over, face down.
Sally felt as if everything was conspiring against her. All her good intentions - voluntary or not - had gone pear-shaped. So much for doing volunteer work to get her mind off things, she thought. Fat lot of good that seems to have done. First that delivery of pink rabbit vibrators, then that fellow showing up on the pretext of writing a story, the recollection of her awful flight back from New York with Rob...
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she yelled, at noone in particular. It just felt good to scream and let it all out. Her head still throbbed.
The light on her message machine was blinking. She reached over to the bedside table and hit the play button. A familiar voice spoke out.
"Hi Sally, it's Keira? Listen I am really sorry about the whole episode with Sparkie, it was just so sudden and, well, you know what he meant to Randolph and me, and, well, anyway, I thought I would let you know the happy news. We're having a baby! Give me a call, we are....."
Sally hit the stop button and cut Keira off. From bad to worse to ridiculous, she thought. This has got to be a joke. She took another look round her ramshackle flat, jumped up off the bed and grabbed her discarded coat and boots from the floor. Without another glance backwards she scooped up her wallet and keys and walked out the front door.
I need a drink, she muttered.
"Damn", she cursed out loud. Her head was pounding by now. Turning back across the hallway she opened the door to her bedroom and flung herself on to her duvet, still unmade since the morning's rushed departure.
"Bloody rabbits!" she cursed again, sitting up to remove her coat and boots.
Looking around the bedroom, all Sally could see were remnants of her former life. It was depressing. Even the framed photograph of her and Rob on their wedding day was dusty from neglect. Bastard, she thought, and got up to turn it over, face down.
Sally felt as if everything was conspiring against her. All her good intentions - voluntary or not - had gone pear-shaped. So much for doing volunteer work to get her mind off things, she thought. Fat lot of good that seems to have done. First that delivery of pink rabbit vibrators, then that fellow showing up on the pretext of writing a story, the recollection of her awful flight back from New York with Rob...
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she yelled, at noone in particular. It just felt good to scream and let it all out. Her head still throbbed.
The light on her message machine was blinking. She reached over to the bedside table and hit the play button. A familiar voice spoke out.
"Hi Sally, it's Keira? Listen I am really sorry about the whole episode with Sparkie, it was just so sudden and, well, you know what he meant to Randolph and me, and, well, anyway, I thought I would let you know the happy news. We're having a baby! Give me a call, we are....."
Sally hit the stop button and cut Keira off. From bad to worse to ridiculous, she thought. This has got to be a joke. She took another look round her ramshackle flat, jumped up off the bed and grabbed her discarded coat and boots from the floor. Without another glance backwards she scooped up her wallet and keys and walked out the front door.
I need a drink, she muttered.