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Bastard

She slammed the door, she couldn't put up with him any longer. Walking out onto the street she felt the cold sharply, as she reached to put her coat on she came to the irritating realization that in the heat of the moment, she had left it inside. Her mind quickly placed the blame on him: he was a bastard.

She was walking the freezing street with no way home and it was all his fault. Her rationality and powers of logic were often lost at times like these; times when she was angry, cold and trudging through brown snow slush after leaving her coat inside and then starting to sniff again even though she thought she'd already recovered from that damn cold.

How to get home?

It was late and dark and she was in the dodgy side of town; she'd catch a taxi, it was safer. Problem: No phone phone in jacket jacket at Daniel's. She'd use the payphone round the corner. Problem: No change change in purse purse in jacket jacket at Daniel's.
What a Bastard.

She pulled her thin murky-green cardigan around her tightly; it was loose knit and did nothing against the cold. It had begun to snow gently. She trudged onwards. The street was empty and the road was blanketed by snow lit with a bluish tint by arching lamps. Buildings rose up on either side like grey stone cliffs. It was a beautiful and calming scene, the only sounds to be heard were the snow softly falling and her footsteps in it. She would have thought the scene serene, if she was looking. She would have found the silence eerie, if she was listening.

Bastard! It stopped snowing. Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! The wind picked up. She couldn't believe she'd married a man who wouldn't let her have Aha! She had it. She'd catch a tram, that's what she'd do, it was her resolve; hell, it was new years, she'd make it a resolution.

New years resolution #1: Achieve World Peace
New years resolution #2: Catch Tram
Note to self: not in that particular order

She focused herself entirely on catching the last tram; it left at midnight. How symbolic. It was as though some crazed author had created the whole situation and gone overboard with imagery. The night, the snow, the wind, the dark, the church-bells that were tolling quarter to midnight and the streetlight that just flickered out of existence above her. Great!

She hated him, and just to spite him she was going to catch the tram. But with the brisk walk and icy wind ahead, she thought to herself that she was more likely to catch a cold first. Dammit! That's the exact lame pun, the exact

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