Eric Hanson

Timing is everything

When Sam woke up, it was raining again. As if life wasn’t depressing enough right now – the Vancouver spring rain and the dreary grey sky suited the dark mood she was in. She tossed her reddish curls, yawned and slowly dressed for work. As usual, money was on her mind. Her meagre cash reserve was totally gone and she was piling up the balance on her only credit card at a frightful pace. With her hours cut back due to the virus crisis, she didn’t know where to turn. “It’ll take a miracle – a total utter miracle to save me now” she whispered to herself. “Lord, what’ll I do? How can I get through even one more month?” Tears threatened – and spilled over. At least there was no make-up to spoil.