ICE
Arthur gazed out the window of his office following the path of the young blonde woman. She staggered a little, as if just sustaining a blow,
yet her face met the wind full on, absorbing thr assualt of ice pellets from the current sleet storm.
He chuckled a little, remembering that when he fired her she'd asked: "Is it because I'm a lesbian?" He assured her it was not-
but truth be known--it WAS his office, and if a skinny little underling rebuffed his advances--well, that couldn't go unpunished, now could it?
He gazed through the glass--the light in his eyes as hard as the frozen rain.