WHEN: November 12, 2021 WHERE: Public Library WHO: @yseultcai AVAILABILITY: Closed
“Stupid.” Fable smacked her open palm atop the library laptop. “Piece of.” Smack smack. “Fossilized.” Smack. “Fucking SHIT. Aaaaagh!” And still, honestly, not a lot of people looked up from their screens. Even if they had she would have continued on, because— “I spent all day on that. It can’t be gone.” But gone it was, to the blue screen of death. Fine. Fuck it. She didn’t need it. Sure, it would benefit her life in innumerable ways, but what had she been thinking? It wasn’t for her. Couldn’t be. Didn’t have the qualifications, didn’t have the connections. Probably didn’t have the disposition either. Definitely didn’t have the penmanship. No ID, no reliable transportation, ad infinitum.
Yeah, she’d woken up that morning and thought ‘hey maybe my life can be something different today’, and because she’d thought that before and historically it’d been true she went along with it all the way to the library computers and to the job postings and to the respectable jobs for people with class section. But now she saw the light. It was blinding, and blue. It illuminated her path right back to the brothels for the winter. Again. Cause she sure as fuck wasn’t going to fill that application out twice,
