There was no coffee today- they had run out.
Out of all the years that he has been going there, this is the second time that this has happened.
Jim doesn't like it.
He doesn't like change either.
But he proceeds to go to the train station, wait for exactly three minutes then board his train and read his newspaper.
He is reading yet another meaningless article when the girl sits down next to him, again.
Did she not get the message yesterday?
He doesn't want her to be there.
He wants to sit there alone.
Like he always does.
This time, she tries to make small talk.
"Hello" she says.
Jim answers with a curt nod of his head.
"The weather is a bit gloomy today, isn't it?"
Again, just a nod.
"I'm Catherine. And what's your name?"
"I'm Jim"
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Trains
Ficción GeneralEvery day at precisely 8:17 Jim gets on the train with a coffeee and his newspaper. He has been doing this for twenty years. But as we all know, nothing stays the same for ever.
