Carol Walker was plain. Plain and simple with a safe life free of complications.

She kept to herself, absolutely drama free, she had friends, they were plain too. They were safe. On Sunday she would rise with the sun, tend to her daily living schedule with the flock, then out to  lunch with her best two gal-pals, Charisma and Flo. All three virgins and in their mid-twenties.

After lunch the girls would depart of their fellowship ritual, going their seperate ways, back to their seperate lives, into their seperate homes. Life was good, for all of them.

Everynight, Carol would pray, lay herself to sleep and arise to greet the sun, and monday through friday she would work at her plain, hum-drum job. Who knew that Tuesday could be different from any other day?  The light flickered on her office phone, she picked it up and responded in her typical, plain tone.

“Wallis, walling, you have a need, give us a calling…?” A masculine voice had flooded through the receiver and sounded in her ears, “I’m calling in regards to…” at that moment, Carol Walker had a feeling, but she couldn’t put her finger on it, and wouldn’t try. “Why be curious when you can be safe?” she thought to herself.

The Male figure had stated his problem, and hung up. Carol sighed. Carol realized that she was alone. No five year plan, no man, no kids, no dreams, hopes, and aspirations-just Carol and her plain world. Carol had realized that she was alone.

On lunch break, Carol clocked out and sat in the lounge. She opened her metal lunchbox and pulled out her shrink-wrapped sandwich. The edges were perfectly cut, any normal day Carol would have had a tuna salad sandwich, today, she chose peanut butter and honey.

Today was a new day. A change in her routine, this was foreign and feared, Carol never switched it up, but the air seemed different…while on her break, her cell phone vibrated, she was quick to answer it,

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“Hello….yes, this is Carol…”a questionable look overcame her, she attempted to remain reserved.