Title:One Of Those Days
Prompt: newspaper
Word Count: 292
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
Everything that could have gone wrong today, did. Who gets blamed for it? Me, the ever blameable newbie. I stomp into the house, closing the door with more force than needed and tossing my car keys on to the table in the hall. I just want to curl up on the couch and eat an entire container of ice cream. But my feet stop when they hit the outskirts of the kitchen.
"Sam!" If I can hear the annoyance in my voice, I know she can. And that might be why I don't get an immediate reply. "Why the hell is there newspaper all over my kitchen? Did your office explode in here?" Slamming my handbag onto one of the counters, I stomp through the kitchen and head for the living room. Sam's big brown eyes are peaking at me over the top of the couch, framed by hair that usually smells good enough to calm me down.
"Okay, Brooke, don't be mad…" Not a good way to start a sentence today. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever she's going to fling at me. And open them to find the last thing I expected. I think I squeak. She's standing in front of me, only now another set of big brown eyes are staring into mine. "I swear, she followed me home." And a huge smile melts my bad mood like fire on ice.
"Liar!" I squeal, reaching out and taking the small brown puppy out of her arms and holding her close enough so that she can lick the tip of my nose.
"Happy birthday, Brooke." And seeing Sam standing there, grinning at me, I figure the day isn't that bad after all.