The Bad Day

My job was beyond stressful. It seemed to be endless- and yet the clock dragged. I had never been so grateful to see five pm in my goddamn life. 

When I left work, I saw it was raining heavily. A text from my husband told me we had run out of milk and bread, and our son had eaten the last of his cereal that morning. So, of course, I needed to stop off at the store and buy said necessities. As the sun had been shining when I went to work nine hours ago, I hadn't brought a coat along with me, meaning I was now drenched. 

"Fuck this," I muttered, heading for my bus stop which was right across the road from where I worked. I felt tears threatening to fall from my tired eyes when I realised I hadn't topped up my bus pass, and I had no cash on

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