Predicament

Ants judged her as she clicked her heels along the dirt road. Squirrels looked at her. Everything stared at her. She didn’t belong! She understood, shit! A twenty-six year old West-LA actress/model/waitress/secretary/assorted walking down Rue de L’Essence, Quebec with a purse full of prozac and stained one dollar bills. Her right heel caught a pebble and before she could damn all that is holy her lips tasted earth and her Matin & Co tailored skirt shredded around her pert waist. It was ten miles to the nearest gas station. but that would only offer
physical salvation.