The Lunatic Cafe

The sheeted rain fell heavily from the darkened skies as another low rumble broke through the clouds. Cursing the sudden down pour under her breath Rose dived towards the nearest door along the street, only noticing that it was a café once she had stepped inside. Slowly, she shuffled towards one of the booths, only too aware of her bedraggled appearance. Her soaking wet jeans clung to her legs uncomfortably as did her black coat, and her straggly, wet, blonde hair stuck to her face and shoulders. Flopping down on one of the seats, she grimaced as her clothes squelched against the material. Shrugging her coat off, she pushed strands of her hair away from her face and grabbed a menu she had spotted on the table.

“Not going back out in that so I might as well eat” she told herself with a hint of impatience. Looking up from the menu her eyes swept around the room, taking note of its occupants. She then picked up a plastic fork from the cutlery holder and absent-mindedly toyed with the blunt instrument as she lent back in the seat and wondered for how long she could put off stepping back outside into the deluge that looked to be now so thick that she doubted she would be able to see two feet in front of her.