Red Letter Day
When John was younger his grandmother used to say there were two types of days: red letter days and black ones. Red meant a good day and black meant a bad one.
Today was a black letter day. He overslept, spilt his coffee, and then ran into Carter who was with Shayera.
He sighed and stared up at the stars. They glittered brightly as if they were glad and all was well. He turned to see Shayera, who wore a sad smile.
"What's wrong?"
"I broke up with Carter."
"I'm sorry."
But inside, John began to think today wasn't a black letter day at all.