suziedrayton
Blood poured from knee. Her client leaned over to help her to stand and to regain dignity. It was too late though. The look on his face suggested she wasn't professional. If only she wore flat shoes! She was told by her mentor that flat shoes gave the impression that you don't need to dress up to be taken seriously. Note for the future, she thought.
She left her small town without a word. Only a finger, raised in all its glory, let them know how she felt. It was her first time travelling on her own and she revelled in the thought. When her tyre went flat so too did her ambitions. She returned to the local service station and glumly explained her situation.
"I swear that finger was aimed at Bob from across the road. It's a funny story really..."