Day 30
Or was it day 20?
Time…what is that again?
Oh right, start and begin.
Sort of.
Nothing was formal about time.
Time, crime, grime…
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Mandy. Dominique. Caitlin.
Hunt 'em down, reel 'em in.
Just in time.
Time.
Biological clock.
Shit. Forgot about that.
No time for romance.
Oh
Perhaps, in another world.
World.
Will there be one remaining after those three?
Three
A small family, a crowd.
Crowd.
Perfect for Mandy.
Mandy.
Scumbag, witch, greedy, lust.
I'm tired. Exhausted. Fatigued.
Could she please quit it?
We're all tired. Exhausted. Fatigued.
Nope.
She's always the victim.
She's always the damsel.
She's always the one in need.
No
You're not the victim.
You're not the damsel.
And you are, without a sliver of doubt,
Not the one in need.
For the love of a higher being,
Please stop.
It's been so long.
It's been day 30.
Or was it day 20?