Intangible Lines

How it started

                                        Elena

What the actual fuck.

That was all that came to mind as Elena recounted the events that had occurred. Elena would be lying if she said that nothing shocked her easily anymore, with Mutant monsters, Aliens, and unhinged dudes who were basically immortal running about, it would be stupid to not expect the unexpected.

But today, oho, today! Was something else! she remarked.

Elena slumped down on the green couch in her living room, taking off her purple spider mask, her head filled with cow licks and sticky with accumulated sweat. As she took in her dark and empty apartment, all the photos and frames belonging to her, every dent in the wall, nothing was left out of her observation. She confirmed it all to be real once more before she finally allowed herself to really digest everything that had occurred on what was presumably just another day as supposedly the one and only, spider woman.
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Please, just shut the fuck up already pinche vieja! Elena sighed as she withheld her true thoughts from the bothersome customer in her empty cafe.

It was well past the morning rush hour, and already past the time she would've wrapped up shop for her patrol. But as always, life had different plans, and those plans came in the form of a middle-aged woman bitching about Elena's poor service after lounging for hours.

"Ma'am, I understand you're upset about the change in hours, but I really have to close up," Elena responded with a strained smile.

"This place used to be so much better when that couple before you were running it!" the woman barked back.

Oh, fuck this! Elena fumed inside before deciding to walk out of the counter, getting closer to the blonde woman. Elena maintained a smile that did not reach her eyes as she stared the woman down. Elena then pointed to a sign on the flower-patterned wall.

We reserve the right to refuse service.

"I'm sure you can read that just fine, now please- leave," Elena gritted out as graciously as she could. The woman looked at her flabbergasted for a moment, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, an ugly fish, Elena deduced. The woman huffed as she turned to finally leave.

"This place has gone to hell! And so can you!" The woman yelled out as she slammed the glass door shut, the bell chiming vigorously as a result. Elena ran to the door and shot her head out, the irritation that had accumulated within her finally boiling over.

"I'll save you a spot!"Elena shouted back, she considered herself somewhat of a patient person, but it went out the window, or in this situation the door when it came to entitled assholes with all the audacity.

Elena felt the rage in her body dissipate as she felt the many questioning gazes of bystanders around the area. Her anger was now replaced with self-conscious shame as she shut her door as quickly as she could. She stood there, her fist clenched around the door handle.

One. Two. Three, she breathed out, finally composing herself as she released the now bent handle of her door.

"Mierda!" She cursed under her breath, she now had to add the door to the list of the many things to be fixed as well. Elena lazily switched the sign as she locked up her shop, nearly dragging herself away to mull about on the couch for just a moment. She couldn't help the small part of herself that agreed with the woman, just looking at the place was telling enough.