Short Fiction #29 Boredom
She trudged the last few steps towards the door. The downpour had made the bus trip home tiresome. The house looked cold and alone. The chilled air of the darkening sky swept into the room ahead of her.
â€œWhat a relief,â€ she sighed. â€œThat old grinder of a bus wonâ€™t make it one day.â€
She dropped her bags on the couch and went to pour a glass of sherry. She flopped onto the seat, reached for the controls and flicked on the TV.
â€œBoring,â€ she muttered. â€œWhat I need is some excitement. No chance of that!â€
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