Marta didn't care how heavy her gigantic purple suitcase was; she would have gladly lugged it over hot coals for ridiculous distances if it meant leaving THERE. THERE was the place that nearly everyone else loved, but she loathed. It was a seven-month work contract, but outside her duties this meant a half a year of stupidity, loneliness, mice in her dreary flat, bad TV and high prices, mitigated only by long,warm showers and even longer naps. Now, as she awaited the taxi, she felt more energetic than fifty free-runners. She was finally going home.
|
|
"Classic"
|
