Tom shook the water off his coat as he stepped into the dingy inn. He stared at the falling drops as his steaming coffee arrived. Winter was coming fast and he had to find a job before his reserves ran out.
Amid his gloomy thoughts her face came through, laughing and playful. He smiled as he thought of her waiting at home for him.
He paid for the coffee and walked out, just as the sun broke through the clouds. Checking his empty pockets he pulled out his last coins.
Grinning like a boy, he thought "Just enough to buy a rose".
With a spring in his steps, he searched for a flower-shop. He had one more stop to make before he reached home.
Copyright ©2009 Roopesh Chandra Bose