Miss Vicky
It was already 7pm, when Vicky returned home from her work. Wet and a little cold from the drizzle and feeling tired, as she had a hard day at the college. Exam time was near, so everybody was a little more edgy and frantic than usual.As Vicky couldn´t be bothered to cook, she slammed a ready-meal in the microwave and opened a bottle of red wine. She took rather a large sip and exuding a big sigh, fell back on the sofa. What a day, she mumbled. PING, her food was ready. She got up, wizzed her...