One Heel Short
She shouldn’t have been surprised. Jenna’s life up to, and including this moment, had been a series of awkward encounters. It’s why she was always such a workaholic - if she was busy she didn’t have to deal with the inequities of her social life, or lack thereof. It had been twenty minutes and she was quite sure no cab was coming. “Blimey, of course the perfect ending to a bloody lousy evening.” She had a habit of muttering to herself and she continued to do so as she walked along the sidewalk-less road. She wasn’t quite sure how to get back to her flat from where she was but hey, she had google maps, but just as she pulled it out of her purse to check her eta, the heel of her her left shoe hit a slippery piece of gravel and down she went…hard. She wasn’t sure what hurt the most; her head or her pride but if the cation birdies didn’t shut up soon, she was sure she’d go mad.
