She was trying to fix it.
She walked in with purpose, and nerves on fire.
As hard as she tried to hold up her badass countenance, they could still tell she was tired. She walked with swagger, put distance between her steps. This convenience store’s law of awkward nondisclosure was helpful in self-defense. As messed up as she had become, there were still people here much more fucked than her. She said hello to the man at the counter, with lowered eyes. She avoided other consumers with grace; she simply stepped down the wrong aisle.
"Trying to Fix It,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2015
, Article 9.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2015/iss2/9