Semi-Daily Scribbles

Zoë thought living a Spartan life would build character. Maybe she’d come by some spiritual enlightenment if she possessed only one cereal bowl. She didn’t even want to think about looking for another job. Zoë excelled at surliness, which put her out of the running for people-y positions. Down at the warehouse, as long as she pulled her weight, no one gave a shit if she didn’t chitchat or crack a smile. Zoë didn’t have the energy to mess with proper social skills. Annabelle was the stickler for decorum, and see what it got her? Decorum got her a daughter and a son that aren’t right in the head. Zoë decided to make the most of her self-imposed exile.