All that she saw in that direction was the growing gloom of nightfall. Pamela walked quickly to her home. “Ewe!” Pamela’s daughter screwed up her face. She had wrapped the gift earlier that afternoon. “Get in shelter soon.” A rough voice called behind her. The one odd thing was a bad smell in the air, like the compost hadn’t been taken downstairs. The next day was similar to the previous one. DUP! Pamela breathed a sigh of relief. She screamed when the bus hit its breaks and stopped before her. Her boss would occasionally hit on her, lightly suggesting a hook-up. At five o’clock, Pamela kissed Adeline and had her recite what to say if she needed to call 911. “They right fucked me!”
“Roaches? Freshly anxious the mother hurried away to catch the first of her buses downtown. Not huge like the previous night but twice as large as common roaches.
