A VERY BAD DAY
Julie trudged across the wet street, her small umbrella doing little to keep the pouring rain from soaking her suit. On top of having the worst day of her working life, she now had a long, soggy train ride home to look forward to. Checking the electronic board for her track number, she slogged over to the commuter rail and slumped down onto a wide vinyl seat. Sliding across to the window, she stared out at the rain, hoping that whoever took the seat next to her would not be looking for a chat.
Eight hours earlier, everything seemed completely different. She sighed, wondering how so much could change in just one day.
For five years, ...