With the thick gray clouds firmly in place, Monday looked down over the city and grinned. He could hear the lamentations of the men and women below, cursing him and begging for mercy. Monday could take no real joy in their pleas. Sure, a small amount of satisfaction would bring a smile to his face, but that was just because he was good at his job. He felt no real sense of joy with it. It was just what he did.
It wasn’t always that way. In the old days, no one thought him any worse or any better than the other days. (They all used to be pretty thankless) The only day that seemed to feel high and mighty was that blasted Sunday, so holy and devout. Monday just couldn’t stand Sunday. They never got along at all. Maybe that’s what pushed Monday over the edge and toward a viciousness not seen with the other days of the week. He knew Tuesday had learned a lot from Monday and could often be just as cruel, but that Wednesday was just so stupid. Monday always called him a dolt right to his face. Thursday and Friday, they could go jump in a lake for all Monday cared. And Saturday, Saturday was everybody’s favorite day. Monday couldn’t really help how he felt for Saturday. She was so beautiful and kind. Up for anything and gentle. Even Monday liked Saturday.
Monday looked at his watch. There was still plenty of more time for mischief. He checked the settings on the weather dominator and decided a slow, misty drizzle would be pretty cool right now. That’d show those people who was in charge. With a few more keystrokes and a turn of a dial, he heard more moaning and cringing from the people below. Their complaints would only make him more powerful.
It was the artists and wealthy Monday didn’t much like. He just couldn’t get to those people. They just didn’t seem to care about him. They went about their days, whistling and smiling in the face of his most rotten acts. It was a spot of contention for him, but the ages did teach him that you just can’t crush the souls of everybody. These humans usually end of doing that to each other without his assistance. But still, it bugged him and he always hoped he could get two or three a week to throw their arms up in defeat and join the pale choir of the dammed.
Monday thought about Saturday again. She was truly something to behold. He would only catch her from a distance. She waved at him once and his heart kind of made a funny stutter. It was the one and only time. Her only real downside was how drunk she got before Sunday got there. Monday supposed if Sunday was following him, he’d probably get good and wasted too. Sunday was always preaching and pontificating. That just burned Monday up inside. He didn’t turn to liquor though, that seemed weak to him. He’d rather leave a few things out for Tuesday to use and maybe a note or two with excellent evil schemes for Tuesday to follow. Tuesday was a good apprentice, but he’d never be a Monday.
Monday turned his attentions back to his duties, it seemed like people were beginning to settle in. Time to turn up the heat.
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