les avatars She bumped her head on the doorway ducking out before he
even knew she was gone. She slipped and fell on the porch step and
stepped in some dog shit on the front lawn. How in the hell did she
get here she wondered as her uncharged phone hit the wall. And what
the hell did he look like she asked herself but did it really matter
at all? If she could call a cab, this wouldn't be so bad, whatever
happened to pay phones. She'll never drink again, she's gonna kill her
friends, if she could just find her way home.
