A whole eternity lies in the space between unless and until, the life of myriad possibilities depends upon the right choice of words. Was it intentional, she wondered, was there a hint of promise latent in this till that knew no less, or was it purely accidental?

She expected to be let down- wisdom acquired from experience- and so she'd learned to let others down before they got the chance to disappoint her. How passé, to be pure and innocent at this day and age; how difficult, to change back your aura of cynicism into sweet words and trust and good intentions...