Couldn’t get any worse
Tabitha barely had enough money left for food; she certainly couldn’t afford another place to stay for the night.
“You can do this.” Her stomach grumbled. She grimaced. “You can do this after you get some breakfast.”
She dug through her pockets and came up with just enough to pay for a muffin. The street vendor glanced at the pajamas she still wore and took pity on her in the form of a small black coffee.
Juggling her belongings, she made her way to the park. Tabitha wrangled the box onto a park bench and set her muffin and coffee next to it. Immediately, a feral cat flew through the slats of the bench, knocking hot coffee down Tabitha’s leg. The cat snatched the muffin and took off while Tabitha screeched.
She ran after the cat, limping against the coffee burn on her leg. The animal was too swift to catch. It disappeared into some bushes.
She sighed and walked back along the trail, all dreams of breakfast fully evaporated. Back at the bench, another unpleasant surprise waited: her box of belongings was gone.
“Figures,” she growled. “Today couldn’t possibly get any worse.”
It started to rain.
“I stand corrected.”