by Tracy A. Moore

Created on: August 10, 2010   Last Updated: August 15, 2010

After an incredibly hard day at work she could not wait to get home and relax. The bus was crammed this evening causing her mood to turn even darker. Even though a normally friendly person, not a single smile could be mustered. Thinking of a hot bath and a glass of wine were about the only things that made her life seem tolerable at this point.

The company she worked for was downsizing and her four year long relationship had ended last week. At this point in time it was hard to believe that anything was going to work out right. She was riding home to the one small oasis left to her. Finally the bus screeched to a halt at her corner and the relief of escaping that crowded mess was immediate.

The mailbox was crammed with bills this evening. After waiting a long time for the elevator to come, she stopped flipping through the mail to look and see the out of order sign. Cursing under her breath and feeling utterly disgusted with life, she began the four story climb to her apartment. Huffing and puffing, key in the lock she was home free.

Stepping inside, she kicked her shoes off as she relocked the door. All the tension of the day started to fall away as the bath water was running and she sipped at her wine. Candles flickering, Mozart flowing through the apartment, she sank into the comforting scented water. As her eyes closed, hands clasped over her mouth and a gruff voice thanked her for the romantic evening. Panic set in as she was dragged from the water into her bedroom, to be roughly thrown onto the bed.

Ironically the thought that came into mind first was that it was now certain that she had been utterly forsaken. That was quickly wiped out of her mind as she felt the weight of the intruder press down on her. At that moment she heard a deep booming voice command the man to get away from her. Keeping her eyes closed in fear, she heard scuffling as the two men struggled in battle.

The front door opened, closed and she heard footsteps back to her room. She heard the deep, booming voice say, “You have not been forsaken”. In shock, she opened her eyes only to find that she was alone.

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