Ella

Ella was sick and tired of rejection letters, for the third time this month her work had been rejected by yet another comic publisher. Not looking for that kind of thing my ass she thought as she angrily shoved open the front door the rest of the way, letters under one arm, keys hanging from her mouth and bag dangling from her free arm.

In the process she knocked over a bike, a pile of magazines and herself falling in an ungraceful slump into the hallway leaving the front door open behind her.

"...Fuck" She spat, half at the publisher, half at herself for falling over.

Getting up Ella dusted herself off and...