The Monologue

It was storming.  On the corner of a vacant street, a young girl stood in a black coat. Her hair was as a hood, soaked flat onto her head. Behind her, a diner with large darkened windows towered as if watching over her shoulder.  She thought it was a perfect day for rain. Earlier that morning, she had made the long drive two cities over to collect her mother’s things from a rehab hospital, before returning to work her midday shift. Her mother had passed away. She didn't know