Helen rested her head against the door, defeated. If it had been any other day she might have laughed at this. She looked sorrowfully at the pieces of the doorknob in her hand and let the tears flow as she released them from her grip.
Mr Spinks purred and rubbed himself against her legs. She nudged him away.
“You can go find your own corner of this bloody cupboard, it’s your fault we’re in this mess” she snapped furiously.
She watched him skulk off as she slid down to the floor.
The clock beside her read 09:01. Yet another door had just closed in her face.
106 words (almost there!)
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