Been a Long Time Coming for the Working Man

[burnthemall]

Hansel liked the times where he was alone in the coffee shop best. Early in the morning when he was baking or late at night when he was cleaning up, or making doughs to rise overnight. It was quiet, except for the radio he left playing in the kitchen. He was alone and allowed a moment of peace and quiet.

If Gretel stayed some nights that was okay. He never minded his sister's presence.

Tonight, he was alone though, moping the floor and singing along to the radio.

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[chromatist]

The saying goes that bad luck always comes in threes. Well, Lydia had never let herself believe that for a myriad of reasons, most of which being that when she had bad luck she had Bad Luck, and the idea of any more of it happening to her made something inside her cringe in fear like she was back to being sixteen again, but also because she was a logical person who didn't believe in luck.

Or so she told herself.

This week, however, was starting to turn that around. Not only did she wake up with a migraine that hasn't dissipated all day and has, in fact, only started to morph into the tell-tale signs of an impending cold, but one of her biggest clients declared bankruptcy without any warning, making her lose millions of dollars in properties and commissions alike, something which made the firm extremely unhappy. So today has been spent nursing a horrible headache and a sore throat all while being chewed out by her boss and the head of the firm, her year-end bonus basically being written off right in front of her. And it's only March.

To act as the cherry on top of her shitty day sundae, when she swings past Witchcraft on her way home to indulge in some pastries that were totally comfort food by this point, she discovers that they're closed.

Apparently she didn't realize what time it was when she left the office, though the darkness outside should have been a hint. Sighing, she lets herself lean on the glass doors, knocking even though she knows it'll do no good. It makes her feel a little better, though, like she's doing something. All she needs is a minute to rally and pull herself back together and she'll go home and hide under her comforter for the rest of the night.