Tiffany Anderson

Two Books. One Story.

The morning began a little differently than other mornings. Lillian, who was usually an early riser, was moving slowly fighting a seemingly unending battle with the alarm clock. She had spent the majority of the night before pouring over countless letters bearing red words stamped on the front. At the bottom of this mountain of misery, Lillian had discovered an eviction notice. Being fairly new to the area and struggling from month to month to make ends meet, she felt hopeless and was looking at the gut-wrenching option of being forced to return to her hometown. Her hometown was narrow-minded and where she had ended a horrible relationship and lost her mother unexpectedly, which was really what prompted her to make her move to the big city. She hit snooze one last time and threw back the covers. Left leg off the bed. Right leg off the bed. She shuffled to the bathroom and slowly looked in the mirror. Her eyes; red and swollen. Her mouth; dry and chapped. Her hair; tangled and messy. She took a deep breath, started the shower, and hoped for a miracle.