Christine in the Rain

The lightning illuminates the night sky followed by cracks of thunder so close and unnerving that the hair on your arms is raised. It's 10:45 and your shift is about to end, the diner closing at 11. It's been a long day and your white sneakers are stained with coffee and dirt; they have made your feet sore and you're ready to shake your apron and skirt off. It's a uniform you don't hate, but it doesn't highlight your hips the way you would like.

This storm has been raging since 8p

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