THE ROCK, OR, A GAMBLE BY SHAB

Dana’s heart raced as she checked her banking app. Only £2.37 left in her account. She crammed her phone into her pocket and turned the corner to the British Museum. She’d visited the Grecian edifice every day this week. It was the only free activity she could think of to escape her landlord, who assumed she was leaving every morning for her waitressing job. She'd been fired last week for being 'unapproachable'. A bullshit excuse. The restaurant sat empty and they didn't need the staff, nor did any other restaurant Dana had tried.

Dana’s heart raced as she checked her banking app. Only £2.37 left in her account. She crammed her phone into her pocket and turned the corner to the British Museum. She’d visited the Grecian edifice every day this week. It was the only free activity she could think of to escape her landlord, who assumed she was leaving every morning for her waitressing job. She'd been fired last week for being 'unapproachable'. A bullshit excuse. The restaurant sat empty and they didn't need the staff, nor did any other restaurant Dana had tried.

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