A Horrible Day

The wind was fierce, and rain started falling, gently at first, then harder and it was hitting her at a sideways angle. She saw her escape, a little coffee shop, and she ran inside.

She sat at a small wooden table near the back. A waitress came up and she ordered a latte. She patted the rain off her face with a napkin on the table and removed her wet jacket. What a horrible day, she thought.

Her coffee arrived, and she stared at it, lost in thought. She kept seeing the same scene over and over. Called into the office, her boss accused her of stealing and when she tried to protest, he brought up a video that clearly showed what she had done. She had no defense. He fired her on the spot and told her to leave. Tears filled her eyes, ran down her cheeks and fell into her cup. She used the napkin to wipe her face. When she looked at her coffee, she saw the tears had changed the foam on top, and there were three holes in the foam where her tears had fallen. The holes made a face, two for eyes and one for a mouth. The little face in her cup looked as sad as she felt. She chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry,” she murmured to the face, “I’ll figure something out.” Then she drank her coffee, sad little face and all, and headed back out into the rain.