seventeen may
seven : thirty-seven

my day could have been better. much better.

my boss patted me on the shoulder and set a strawberry fruitfull bar down on the desk:

"here, this is for you. i hope it brightens your day a little bit."

it did, even though i felt too sick to eat it.

i can't imagine him standing there, with her screaming at him, trying to defend himself. "i'm sorry," he would say, over and over. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry.."