Working late. Most had left. Finally they switched the floors and me and another bloke slid down the slope and out of the building.
We all had to go to a work celebration. I caught the last bus and sat up the back. Someone made a crack about monsters and a fight broke out in the back seat. I decided that one of the people who was angry might be a monster. We got out of the bus at the destination. The greyhounds were restless, angry. I wondered if the monsters would strike.
I was wearing a pink skirt and big boots. I slid down a muddy slope but stayed on my feet so just my boots were muddy. Laughing.
At a big house with too much clutter. 1940s rose patterned carpet on the floor, painted over in white paint with a roller. A phonebook sat on the floor and the painter had painted over that as well. Trying to tidy up. Piece by piece.
Pouring boiling water on the thistles in the driveway.