Josie put up her umbrella. The wind blew against her, hitting her coat horizontally from underneath the round black shelter above. What was the point, she would put it down. She pressed the release and the metal umbrella stem extended back down into its base.
Rain, down your face. Pulling off your makeup. Gradually removing that expensive foundation you so carefully smeared across your face. Diluted with every shaft of powerful icy water. It had covered her skin with a new layer of apparently “Natural Flawless Finish”, as it declared on the box.
Josie then escaped the rain by entering the store.
“Good Morning Josie” the hovering store manager announced. She felt her boss’s eyes upon her, zooming in on her dripping features.
She walked on, opened the door to the crooked back staircase, and made her way to the smokey staff room….
S.Lawrenc/S.Vukomanovic 04.04.2024 ©
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