We all know her. She just has different names.
She walked into the coffee shop on a whim. She usually worked night shift and had the advantage of being anonymous. With the promotion she would have to step into the daylight and her face would become known. She needed to process how this change was going to disrupt her life.
Too many changes, coming too quickly did not work well for her. They scared her. She had survived the death of her child, you would think that nothing further could have the potential to shake her.
She drifted to a corner table (her back not exposed to the room) and settled in. Two tables over, Ollie and Merrick were in the midst of an animated discussion. Father and son, both speaking and waving their arms in grandiose movements. They formed boxes with their hands and drew a curving shape on the top. They laughed, the older man slapped the younger on the back and they both slid in unison down their respective chairs.
She found something vaguely familiar about him. Where had she seen him? Why did that smile ring bells in her head?
She drummed her finger on the tabletop.
She usually worked night shift and had the advantage of being anonymous. (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
She walked into the coffee shop on a whim. She usually worked night shift and had the advantage of being anonymous. With the promotion she would have to step into the daylight and her face would become known. She needed to process how this change was going to disrupt her life.
Too many changes, coming too quickly did not work well for her. They scared her. She had survived the death of her child, you would think that nothing further could have the potential to shake her.
She drifted to a corner table (her back not exposed to the room) and settled in. Two tables over, Ollie and Merrick were in the midst of an animated discussion. Father and son, both speaking and waving their arms in grandiose movements. They formed boxes with their hands and drew a curving shape on the top. They laughed, the older man slapped the younger on the back and they both slid in unison down their respective chairs.
She found something vaguely familiar about him. Where had she seen him? Why did that smile ring bells in her head?
She drummed her finger on the tabletop.
She usually worked night shift and had the advantage of being anonymous. (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
Your writing style is always so beautiful, Gail. :)
ReplyDeleteI miss seeing your face. We should get together soon.