Semi-Daily Scribbles

Anna-Marie couldn't make her face fit in the circle. Just as well. She said it all before anyway and nobody paid any mind to her impeccably formed opinions. Anna-Marie imagined all her good ideas were still stuck in the hall's rafters. At least the résumé was scrubbed and pinned prominently in the center of her chest, so she took advantage of the warm evening to parade her assets around town. Anna-Marie needed her 30 minutes of cardio, and was happy the doorman turned her away at the gate. It would've been just another miserable meeting where her voice could never rise high enough above all the grunts and grandstanding. She'd just been given the gift of a Saturday night free of humiliation. Wearing steel toe boots and a pensive expression, Anna-Marie strolled Main Street thankful not to be told to remove either one.