Read by Tricia Stewart
When a tall, drunk suit at the bar backed into Lindsey, sloshing about an ounce of her large merlot across her pale blue Thomas Pink shirt, it felt like the day was having its last, mean laugh.
“Damn it!” she snapped. He didn’t even notice, just shouted something at the barman and sidled away through the crowd with his hands full of pints.
Lindsey looked down at the stain and jammed her lips together, refusing to start crying again.