Tomorrow

"Do you want a soda?"

She looked at the row of pedestrians outside the restaurant and shook her head.

They all looked okay. Just typical people going about their business. Like sheep out to pasture.

But she knew there was more than that. They were thinking, running problems in their heads. She wondered again what it would be like if people had subtitles to their thoughts.

Would anybody ever read them? If someone wasn't bored out of their wits, how many of them would actually take the time to see what other people thought?

"Did he say anything else?" Irish was asking her

"No...no he didn't say anything else...only that he was worried. My numbers were down, and since i'd done well in the past, he thought all I needed was a vacation."

She wasn't surprised at her managers suggestion, though she didn't think he'd grant her that much vacation. She wasn't, by far, a workaholic. She didn't like her job. She was modestly good at it, but she didn't like it, and took every oppurtunity she had to get away from it.