Liam

Ofelia smacked herself in the face. She’d slept! Now, there was no hope. She was so utterly useless. Tucking her shorts up into her underwear, she bared her upper thighs. Her clock lay facedown by scissors on her desk. Picking them up, with the clock face covered, she thought: if it’s after 7, I will, if it is before 7, there’s still hope and I won’t. But what, she then thought with sudden despair, if it’s exactly 7?