Prompt courtesy of Lora Mitchell, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the Friday Fictioneers.
The fireworks were going off in the bay and Coyote sat on the roof of the apartment building and finished his beer. Three floors down, people would be shaking hands and kissing and he wanted nothing to do with it.
Heavy snowflakes fell, contrasting against the fireworks shooting skyward.
Coyote brushed the snow away and opened another can. He thought about his lousy job and empty life. He flicked his butt over the edge and watched it fall with the flakes. Someone climbed up on the roof behind him and shivered.
“Hi,” she said, smiling. “I was looking for you.”