The Short Walk Home

 Glancing at the clock she sighed deeply. Here comes the inevitable; closing time. The kitchen cleaned, the chairs put up, the floor swept and mopped, the counters wiped down, and the register closed out. Frantically she searched for any other chore that might keep her here a little longer.“There’s nothing, Claire, everything is good here. Head on home, dear, we’ll see you on Monday. Enjoy your day off.” Roger called from the back where he was dumping the mop bucket....more