THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

SQUILLS

by K. O. Neal

Yes. Yes, she MUST give up teaching. She'd go to the city, disappear in the big city. A dime store clerk. A typist. A file clerk. A receptionist. ANYTHING! Nine to five and then you are YOU. Eight hours and then you are YOU and nobody knows and nobody cares and they won't nod to you on the street and maybe wonder about you or anyway make you wonder if they're wondering about you. Oh damn that contract. Four months more of being alone in this little town with everybody nodding at you and maybe wondering. And the women, you daren'tIn sudden horror she felt the sob-lump, like hysterical nausea. commence to rise deep inside her. Abruptly she stopped walking, jerked her head up. gasped in the icy air, took off her mittens and lit a cigarette. She smoked a bit, then briskly walked on.

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