Friday chewed the jelly doughnut and mulled over the paperwork in front of him. The only thing that could possibly make this morning better would be a working coffee maker. Friday’s coffee maker decided to malfunction and start squirting out a black, mud-like substance. Being bold, of course, he did try to drink some of it but after a few wretched sips thought it would probably give him cancer if he continued. So Friday moved the sticky jelly doughnut around his mouth and washed it down with a glass of tap water. Friday thought he should probably start drinking more water as it was.
He looked over the most recent missing persons report on his desk and swallowed. It’d been three weeks since anyone had seen her and all the leads had gone cold. He couldn’t understand how a young woman like Saturday could just vanish from a crowded dance club. She was surrounded by all her friends as she danced and then just vanished.
Friday looked at her picture. She was beautiful. In fact, Friday wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a woman so lovely. There was something about her light blue eyes that made you fall madly in love with her. Her photo showed a woman simply possessed by youth. She wasn’t just young, but was youth itself. Friday felt himself wanting to know her, intimately.
He put the photo back in the manila folder and cleared his throat. He had to get down to business and not drift off in flights of fancy, but it was hard to resist thinking about Saturday’s arms hung over his shoulder and neck, her lips gently pressed up against his, the heat from her body…. Friday shook his head again. He chuckled to himself at how really easy it was to really lose yourself in Saturday.
Friday’s phone rang and he answered on the third ring. Another wrong number; there’s too many wrong numbers is this dirty city. Friday leaned back in his squeaky chair and looked out the window. It was deceiving outside. The sun was shining bright but there was a thick snow on the ground. The snow wasn’t that luxurious white any more. The dirt from the cars and street had given the snow a dingy gray color and it made Friday really miss summer.
He leaned back over his desk and looked at Saturday’s picture again. Where was she? Where is she?
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