She went barefoot to work, hoping that no-one would notice her new short stature and the lone shoe stuck in her handbag. They didn't. Or if they did, they didn't say anything to her. Probably wouldn't have dared. She was sure her Monday mood was written across her face, with the elbow angled graffiti of one of those expletives she had used earlier scrawled across it, to make sure no-one misunderstood.
Good to see the back end of that day, but somewhere in it all, she felt strangely empowered by the fact that her mouth could still so accurately express itself. She decided that she might let it speak out more often.