Waiting for the downtown streetcar, Elsie wondered why she let an insensitive brute like Ferdinand make her feel so inferior. While he had those suave European manners and a veritable herd of girls to choose from, that didn’t give him leave to bulldoze over her feelings the way he did.
The streetcar rumbled up and she saw, with dismay, the passengers crowded in like so many cattle. Struggling aboard, she was mortified when the driver’s hands shoved on her ample backside, like it was a grocer’s roast, urging her forward. She sobbed quietly. Tomorrow, for sure, she’d start that alfalfa diet.
This story was written for Visual Dare #24: Frustrated