by Colette Martin
Angel didn’t notice everyone staring at her as she worked out. The bruises on her arms and legs were so common that she no longer saw them in her own reflection. Last night – or was it this morning – the bananas were rotten. She lifted harder, heavier, longer than she ever had. Right now she had to be strong. Later she would buy bananas.
Colette Martin is a "marketing executive turned writer" who blogs about life in Corporate America here.