Ondina
Ondina was exhausted. She had worked a double, so that meant she had to close again. She locked up the diner and headed towards home. Luckily for her, she didn't live but a few blocks away. She pulled her phone out of her apron. ‘Great. It's 12:16am.’ The walk back felt like she was walking a marathon. She had been on her feet from open to close, and her legs were on fire. She feared she wouldn't be able to make it back home.
Once she reached her block, her legs seemed to become weaker. ‘Why is it that that happens?’ She dragged herself to the opening of her apartment building and collapsed in a lobby chair. ‘Why did we have to choose the fifth floor?’ The elevator had been down for a week now, and she dreaded the climb she was about to have to make. Ondina rested until her legs
