The subway doors opened. People poured off the train like swarms of ants.
Milagros rushed to get to her job. She hadn’t eaten and felt faint. She was late but needed to eat something. Her stomach growled as she ordered coffee and bagel in an out-of-breath voice.
“To go?”, the barista asked.
“Yes,” she said impatiently.
Panic took over the hunger pangs as she searched for her wallet.
This can’t be happening.
From behind she heard, “Is this yours?”
“It was on the floor”.
“I can’t thank you enough”
Sure you can, How ‘bout a date?”
Word Count: 100
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: Marie Gail Stratford
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