55 Fiction Fridays: Better late than never edition

Friday looks a lot like Monday.

“Did you really want?” Beth Gibbons demanded plaintively, and she asked herself the same question. Looking at the half-eaten Chinese take-out, the glasses of cheap red wine leaving stains on her coffee table, she thought, yes, in fact, she had really wanted. But, Beth had moved on to other questions: “did anybody see the light?”