Kelsey Had a Problem
A Fiction tale, of a woman learning to fight back in the face of harassment.
“Damn it.” Kelsey hissed in a low, muted tone as if someone might hear.
A great breath in, a short, massive exhale. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran the brush through her hair, applied some base, lipstick, the other nonsense that made her beautiful, and a spray of that scent stuff. Each little compact was snapped back into its organized place with just a bit more force than the one before.“OK, Kels, what are you going to do about this problem?”
She sat staring at her reflection quietly for a few more minutes, not really seeing it. Then, the phone vibrated and startled her from her deep inner thoughts. It was Tim, a text.
“I am on my way. See you in a few.”
Kelsey turned off the light as she exited the bathroom, stopped, and did the inventory as she turned 360 at the clear spot near the center of her room. Keys, purse, mace, pistol, lights off, closet door shut, dirty close in the hamper, bed made, “Damn it.”, again in a low hiss, she went and made the bed, not quite how she would normally but if someone asked she could say yes.
“Tim, hi!”
“Kels.”
All smiles they hugged, went to the line and eyed the menu.
