I stared at the sign. Not quite sure if I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing.
"Closed?" I mumbled, barely giving voice to the words as my throat was so sore it hurt to speak. I hunched my shoulders, blinking a time or two to see if the words would change. But no. There they were. ~Closed for Renovation, See you on January 2nd!~
I slumped back against the door of my car, briefly pressing my head to it's metal surface. Closed. I'd barely managed to drive down here without dying, both on the icy roads, and with the trouble I had seeing straight with my cold, only to find the little café had closed for a remodel.
Of course it had to be too much to ask for the closest café that sold fresh squeezed orange juice and the best chicken noodle soup around to actually be open when I was sicker than a dog who'd eaten chocolate.
Exhaling, I slipped into my car, resting my head on the wheel this time, mentally trying to convince myself I was fine. The next soup place was a ten minute drive. The grocery store nearly that far. And I had no idea if I had the energy to even leave the parking lot.
-Inspiration from personal experience (though I'm not that sick)
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