“Great! A long hard day at work, now this at home?” swore Mala.
Stale smoke, cigarette butt filled ashtray, empty liquor bottle, bunch of discarded tissues, among others greeted Mala, as she unlocked her apartment door.
“I need to find an apartment of my own,”vowed Mala.
A trainee in a BPO, Mala earned just enough to survive in a shared apartment. Mala had steadfastly refused to earn extra by working odd hours. She preferred time for herself, angering her manager. Not anymore.
“I shall work like a machine and earn more,” she resolved.
Word Count : 94
This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 17thAug, 2018, using picture prompt provided by Yvette Prior.