Jim is getting annoyed now.
Yet again, there is no coffee at the store.
Apparently their supplier is having trouble with the shipments of coffee.
His worst fear is that he will have to take a detour and go to another corner store.
Jim finds it hard to go without coffee, it is his main sustenance.
Straightening his suit, he walks out, head held high.
On the way to the rain station, it starts to rain and he finds that he has to start running.
He hates running.
Jim hates a lot of things really. He is quite a negative person, with a gloomy outlook on life.
Once on the train, he tries to get some of the water out of his suit, but hi actions are in vain as he is still as damp as ever.
Catherine takes the seat next to him.
This is the third day she has done this, and he expected it.
This time, he is the first one to say something.
"Hello."
"Oh! Hello. You're a bit wet today"
"Yes. I was walking in the rain."
"Oh. I like rain. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
And thus their conversation for today is over.
YOU ARE READING
Trains
General FictionEvery 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.
