Jack steered the car onto a quiet side road. He hit the brakes as a streaking cat shot by.
What a freaking day.
His boss was in a foul mood. Computers systems were down all day. The deal he was expecting fell through. The money for the car repair meant no summer vacation. And his cell phone fell in a puddle.
He watched the wipers clear his wet window, certain it only rained on him.
Staring at the broken umbrella on the car floor, he shrugged. Why bother. He was already soaking wet.
Why he put up with all this crap. There had to be a better way. Is this all there is to life?
Stepping out of the car, heavy rain pelted him.
He hurried to the door. Fumbling with the keys he dropped them and cursed Murphy and his stupid law.
He entered the house and walked past…
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