Jury Duty - The End
He returned to the apartment late in the afternoon. The second day of jury duty was over, and all prospective jurors had been asked to return the next day. Melancholy smiled inwardly at the thought of being able to see Juror Two again. As he took off his striped tie and changed his shirt, Melancholy wondered if she was single.
He unfastened his cloth cuff links and placed them in a white bowl on his nightstand. The late afternoon sun was streaming through the curtains which partially covered his bedroom window, and Melancholy noticed the way the slanted light hit his twin bed. It brought to mind a painting by Hopper.
