Vermillion

It was a morning like any other. As the sounds of the city begun to make their appearance, people waited for the bus, each of them with their stories, purposes and thoughts held tightly. Holding a mug of fresh coffee, she looked out the window. The sky was lightly cloudy as usual, some cars were already moving out, and a number of people waited patiently at the bus stop. She had nothing to do this morning. She was let go from her job two days earlier, and beside being in the lookout for anoth...