oh cindy

The day was drawing to a close and Cindy had, finally, made her Victoria’s Secret run. Clutching her bag of size 12 skivvies, she lumbered through the mall. Tonight was her date with Brad – if he would even show up. She didn’t know if he liked lace, but she told herself he did. God, everything was going to hell, she thought to herself as she wandered down the lanky boulevards of the mall. Brad was getting more and more distant. He could tell that he was interested in that girl who worked at the Singular booth across from her restaurant. That fucking bitch.

She walked into the gift shop at the entrance to the mall, not really looking for anything but trying to extend her time away from home. Suddenly, she saw it. A clearance sale on Precious Moments figures.

Cindy murmured a silent prayer and brandished her credit card.