Fria

Fria woke up happy. This was infrequent, but today was Friday, her day off. She always referred to Friday as Fria day. The day she set aside just for herself, an indulgence as elusive as freedom. Fria was well aware that she was eternal; fated to forever be fated forever. A solitary tear slides down her tawny cheek. Gladness and sadness, sweetness and sorrow, evaporate in the sun.