This is a story in exactly 81 words. Originally written in 2014 for the (now defunct) website Find more of these stories here

They stared at the pouring rain through the café's dirty window.

"Look at the weather. Suits my mood perfectly", he mumbled.

"Why? Whats the matter", she asked.

"I feel like I'm running in circles all the time. I don't have a goal in life."

"That's not true. You have a goal." She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Your goal is to get the umbrella out of the car. And don't get too wet."