A Long Day_(1)

Authors note: It has been quite a while since I have posted a story on here that was one of mine. It is real hard to write a story and post it when the only computer you have won’t show you anything but a blue screen, so you will have to forgive me. I decided to try and change up what I do post though so this is what I offer up today. It is the first time I have written a story of this nature. Any comments related to the story would be welcome. Now, for your enjoyment (hopefully), One Long Day.

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“Raymond Couch, you have been found Guilty by a jury of your peers for the charge of murder in the first degree…”

As a defense attorney those are the last words that you want to hear during a case. Especially when you had promised the family that you could get someone clear of the charges. That one sentence had been on my mind for the last four hours.

As a woman in a mostly male profession it is hard enough to get the respect of other lawyers in town, and get business. With one failed case after another, clients are steadily dwindling. Maybe I should have just stuck with dance at the club that helped me get through law school. At least I was good at that job.

At only 28 years of age I was still in the prime of my physical appearance. However, the more I get into the bottle wine at the end of the day the less I seem to care. Yet still, it was hard to understand why swaying the judges seemed so difficult to do. My ending arguments must really be that horrific.

At five foot nine I was just between being short and being called an Amazon. With a pale complexion and fiery red, natural, hair I looked every bit of the Irish in my blood. With a figure like Marilyn Monroe to top it off. Add to that a form fitting skirt and low cut top. Yeah, my ending arguments must truly be horrible.

When 7:30 rolled around I had already finished reviewing the case I had just lost, along with a half a bottle of wine, and was relaxing on the couch when the phone rang. 7:30 like clockwork. You could set your fucking watch by it. All I could do was let it go to voice mail. A female with a thick Irish accent came through the speakers, “Hi Claire, its Mother. I take it since you didn’t answer the phone the case didn’t go well. I am sorry Claire, maybe next time. I was calling to tell you that we got your message. From the way it sounds there might just be a dog in heat around. I will call you tomorrow. Dad sends his love.”

Maybe some context is in order here. I called my parents yesterday when my dog, a four year old German Sheppard mix, had been acting odd. Panting at the door. Scratching at it. Trying to run away on our walks. I didn’t figure anything was truly wrong. Just wanted to make sure that is what it was.

As if he was on cue Arcanine, yes I named him after a Pokémon, jumps up on the couch and plops his large head on my lap. I couldn’t help but smile down to him as I scratched behind his ear. He was such a loveable dog. Little did I know that tonight, I would find out just how loveable.

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Standing, albeit a little shaky, at the kitchen counter I turn up the bottle of wine to discover my second failure of the day. As the wine bottle dripped empty into the glass, I could do nothing but sigh. Another bottle gone.

Looking around at the clock I couldn’t believe that it had only been two hours. It is moments like this that I am glad I live in a one story apartment. Stumbling down a hallway is easier than stumbling up the steps. Living alone has taught me not to have a care in the world when home.

Stumbling through the hallway I slowly start removing the clothing I had been wearing since getting off work. My suit jacket was still lying on the chair where it was when I got home. High heels still beside the door. Unbuttoning the white long sleeve shirt and untucking it from the skirt before letting it slide off my shoulders. Leaving it there in the hallway. Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom just long enough to let the black tight fitting knee length skirt to drop to the ground. Having not expected any company that night I hadn’t bothered with any fancy undergarments. Just plain cotton panties and a none descriptive bra. Honestly, it had been months since the last time I needed anything more.

A fact that was made even more apparent when looking around the bedroom. Clothing that was left lying on the floor.