Victoria
Fingers tapped against the wheel
While the rain poured outside
Tap. Tap. Tap. Drip. Drip. Drip.
The window was jammed again.
Yellow light poured onto the street
A door opening
He was here.
Finally.
He looked normal
Just another business man
Probably had a rough day at work
Taking an Uber home
She should have said something
The lecherous stares were more intense than normal
But he was charming
So she said nothing
His name was Zeus, he told her
A manager at the power plant
A tiresome job,
But with so many kids and a trophy wife…
He suffered the long hours.
But at least she was here
The ride home was a light
Shining through his misery
Or so his smile seemed to say
The car pulled up to the curb
Of a house near ruins
“The kids always leave the place a mess”
Zeus explained
Victoria smiled at this
Her siblings could put his kids to shame
“Thank you for the ride darling,
And don’t take too long calling me”
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