Prologue

Take what you can. Because the human nation is only good at that. Taking.

Yes I know it's a cynical view but that's what I think.

I am on the fuzzy uncomfortable couch in my parent's family lounge flicking through the channels. Fire, Death, Burglary, Death, Crash and what do you know Death. That's all there is. No wonder the rate of suicide has sky rocketed, anyone would do it if all they watched was this day in and day out, depressing news from all over the globe. Nothing happy exists, death, decay and more death.

Once I'm sure there was something happy but it is no more. What did we do, was it us our parents, our grandparents, who cares the human race is to blame either way.

What to do, what to do. It can't be healthy thinking these depressing thoughts. I get up walk over to the window, rain drops splattering on the glass, a wilted pot plant on the ledge. I can't go outside; I tap my finger on my lip in silent harmony with the rain. I was twenty-one and I wasn't at school, university, work, I was one foot in one foot out, half way to independence.

Right, Beatrice, you are going to take hold of your life. I spin on my heel, march outside, coat and hat on, I get on my bike. There the start of action. As I ride, I see children splashing in the rain their parents trying to get them inside and I see the beauty of the rain drops glistening on the leaves.

What was I thinking back there the beauty is not in the people but the moments. I gasp, just what I was looking for. A coffee shop is looking for workers and I am sure that I am just the person for the job.

I lock my bike up, on the corner. As I enter a small jingling announces my presence. I remover my hat and smell the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee. Mmmm, wonderful. I walk over to a petit young woman, with vibrant red hair. 'Hello' I ask nervously. Bad, Beatrice you're supposed to be confident. 'Oh hello' says the young women happily 'what would you like'. I sigh, gathering up the courage I ask 'Well' I pause, 'I was wondering if you are still hiring', there, I pat myself on the back, mentally of course.

'Oh yes' she chirps 'I'll just get my dad, you see he owns this place' she takes a step, stops 'I'll just get him', I lean over the counter and call 'Thank-you'. Okay time for primping, I glance in the nearest shiny object, okay, I sigh I look fine nothing in my teeth; hair is still in a French Twist, great.

I sit down to await the young women's dad, and hopefully my new boss. Ahh, there he is. I stand up, then nearly fall over. That is going to be my new boss. I feel like fanning myself, and my cheeks enflame stop it, Beatrice you don't have a chance.

He stops a metre away, 'Hello you enquired about a job', he says and steps forward to shake my hand, 'My names Ron, please take a seat'.

AN

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