100WC – Week #38 – Darryl

 The orange dog cried slowly and the telephone started to blare. I rushed to pick it up. It stopped. This day could not physically get any harder. I got dressed to go to work. When I got there there were no parking spots. Minutes later, “you’re fired,” he said in a steep, powerful voice. I got up and left in anger, full of rage. I jumped in my car blaring as the engine started to flame up. Furious I grabbed my steering wheel and smashed it onto the long leather floor. Then darkness surrounded me…