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apocalypsosDaryl parks her Jeep in the Wendy's lot for two straight weeks worth of lunch breaks and stares across the street. A greasy bag of soggy fries and cooling hamburger slowly soaks into the passenger seat every day. Daryl can't bring herself to care.
You can't see the clinic from the Wendy's lot. There are always too many protestors around, shielding the squat brick building from view like a frantic parent covering a toddler's prying eyes. Daryl nurses a single cigarette through her lunch breaks, mentally chiding herself over her choice of future childhood asthma over the future childhood obesity in her dollar-menu lunch.
Occasionally she catches a flash of orange in between the writhing mass of protestors.
Escorts, she thinks absently, and takes another drag off the cigarette.
This is her considering her options. They wanted her to consider her fucking options, and here she goddamn is. This is Daryl Anne Sheen debating about whether or not she really wants to be the golden girl of the same screaming crowd holding up enormous pictures of fetuses it's entirely possible they diced themselves for added disgusted oomph.
This is her thinking, “You hateful bastards make me want to have a goddamn abortion.”
After two weeks, she stops going to the Wendy's lot on her lunch breaks. There. She thought about she could do. Now she's stuck thinking about what she's going to do.
You can't see the clinic from the Wendy's lot. There are always too many protestors around, shielding the squat brick building from view like a frantic parent covering a toddler's prying eyes. Daryl nurses a single cigarette through her lunch breaks, mentally chiding herself over her choice of future childhood asthma over the future childhood obesity in her dollar-menu lunch.
Occasionally she catches a flash of orange in between the writhing mass of protestors.
Escorts, she thinks absently, and takes another drag off the cigarette.
This is her considering her options. They wanted her to consider her fucking options, and here she goddamn is. This is Daryl Anne Sheen debating about whether or not she really wants to be the golden girl of the same screaming crowd holding up enormous pictures of fetuses it's entirely possible they diced themselves for added disgusted oomph.
This is her thinking, “You hateful bastards make me want to have a goddamn abortion.”
After two weeks, she stops going to the Wendy's lot on her lunch breaks. There. She thought about she could do. Now she's stuck thinking about what she's going to do.
