The Lucky Penny

I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop. The coffee was cold. The donut was stale. It wasn’t their best day. It wasn’t mine either. I was staring at my phone reading a text message from my boss saying that I was about to be let go. The company wasn’t doing well and they needed to make cuts. I sat there like a dummy looking at the overpriced coffee and pastry I could no longer really afford. To make matters worse, my girlfriend messaged me saying the house she liked was finally on the market. She’d been bugging for over a year now to buy a home. I didn’t know how to tell her there was no way we’d be buying it anytime soon. Heck, the wedding she was planning might need to be downsized too. I didn’t even want to think about telling her that. I paid my tab and when I went to give the cashier the money, I realized I was a penny short. To make matters worse, I’d left my card at the house. “Don’t worry about it,” the cashier said, sensing the day I was having. I walked with slumped shoulders. There wasn’t much for me to do, my boss told me I could come in after lunch where he’d make it official. I sat on the bench outside the coffeeshop. The guy on the other end didn’t look up from his phone. <a href="https://medium.com/the-inkwell/the-lucky-penny-4e235880e2fa">Visit Now</a>