Be Early Tomorrow

Clara

The music thumped deep in my ears. I kept scrolling through job listings, my thumb sluggish, and my eyes dry.

Ugh. Nothing.

Either the positions were already filled, or the offers were bad, underpaid, overworked, or flat-out scams.

I let out a long sigh and dragged my palm over my face, pressing into my closed eyes. What the hell was I going to do?

I needed work. I had to earn something. I