So, today was a big mess. It started with the general. It was bad luck seeing his old face, his styled hair and beautiful suit and bands of the bouquet, then Julia ruined the rest of the day by reminding me of what it meant to exist without a man I called mine, then my phone was stolen, and now, the man I wanted to see was given a week off and I should return next two weeks.
That’s too cruel for one day.
I took a cab back to the hotel. This time around, I wanted my usual room, but there was this uncanny smile on the face of the receptionist, and the guard that attended to me earlier. They seemed to have known what I had been through, and they seemed to make a mockery of my misery.
“You are back, ma’am.” She said with a smile.
“To book my usual room,” I said in response to her
