RAINY DAYS and Mondays
WOMAN'S WEEKLY|January 21, 2020
The last thing she wanted on this miserable day was to be waylaid by a stranger…
Lydia Jones
RAINY DAYS and Mondays

By tonight?!’ I gasp to my boss.

‘Sorry, Emily. Management wants us all to attend this productivity course tomorrow. But they still want this first thing Wednesday.’

What a great Monday.

‘How can I do that when I’m losing a day on training?’

My colleague shrugs sympathetically at me.

‘I’m taking my lunch now,’ I say, slamming my laptop shut. ‘I need fresh air. I’m going out.’

He looks surprised. ‘You never take lunch normally. Besides, it’s raining.’

But I grab my coat and head across the road, into the park. Scowling, I stomp the wet pathways, my bad mood surrounding me like a cloud.

Of course, it’s when I’m in the centre of the park that rain hits monsoon levels. I dash for the Edwardian bandstand.

Rain drums on the roof. Above its rhythm, I become aware of footsteps running up behind me.

‘That was sudden, wasn’t it?’ A man, seemingly around my own age, joins me. I stare at rain-lashed, leafless trees.

‘I’m Luke,’ he says. ‘Hi.’ I don’t give my name.

There’s an awkward pause, while I wish he’d go away.

‘You know, in a way it’s beautiful,’ Luke says.

‘Yeah, right.’

‘Soothing – like a meditation background tape.’

Great. Of all people to be stuck with, it’s someone who’s enjoying Miserable Monday.

I move back. He must have noticed, because he steps away and gets out his phone.

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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.

هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة January 21, 2020 من WOMAN'S WEEKLY.

ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.