The Submission
She hit ‘snooze’ for the third time but her bladder trumped her plans. With a groan, she swung her feet to the cool oak boards, still slick from her 7th waxing this week.
Her cellphone erupted with the bridge to ‘Imagine’. She stabbed to disconnect. Her numb middle finger hit ‘speakerphone’ instead.
Without waiting a beat the voice blared at her – “Have you seen yet?? Have you heard?? I can’t login for another hour!! Finalists ONLY until 8am. WHAT’s HAPPENING???”
