Thanks to Matthew Henry for this week’s image:
It was Wednesday.
It was the same every week, his Groundhog Day of life if you like.
The alarm always seemed to fail to go off, and in his rush he’d burn his breakfast toast.
The subway train was running late, and as soon as he emerged on the street, the rain started.
He splashed his way across the road, the amber lights winking at him from the puddles.
He’d had enough, and headed for the coffee shop to break the dull circle.
Her smile lit up his day, and the coffee revived his spirits. Who cared about the rain?
Written for 100 Word Wednesday