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Wash Away

The gentle poke kicked her back from her private idaho of bitterness and despair to reality. She looked up to find a young man frowning down at her from under the peak of his baseball cap, looking halfway between concerned and not quite convinced about what he was doing.

She tried to move away from him but the wall behind her cut her way, so she nodded, glancing at the end of the hall.

The young man studied her as she stood up slowly, her back still to the wall. His eyes were dark in the shadow of his cap and he set his square, firm jaw, stepping back when she tried to come out of the gap.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, annoyed at his attention, wiping her nose on the back of her wrist.

She wanted to go to the ladies’, but he was in her way. So she kept her head down and just brushed past him.

The soft click when she locked the restroom door made her feel safe from new disruptions. She rested against it for a moment, trying deep shaky breaths. Thank God the old man had left the place squea
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