Borrowed
Mathew sat and waited for the bus that would take him to work. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, the early morning dew made the air smell like spring and the wind was calm but steady. As he sat; he read his favorite column, in his favorite newspaper, on his favorite bench, at the same time he always did. Mathew always did enjoy his routines. The column was written by a man he knew in grade school and it always made him feel accomplished, as though he somehow had something to do with his success. Though the truth is he played no significant role. Mathew was in fact a very insignificant person and had been his whole life. Not very popular, not very handsome or interesting and had very little ambition. He worked in a mailroom and made just enough to get by. In fact the only thing unique about Mathew was that he had a very good memory, especially when it came to numbers.
