The couple sitting by a window.

He had lost it and it was entirely his fault.
The two sat opposite each other at a window-side table in a 24-hour donut shop. She cradled a steaming cup of coffee that tasted like dishwater to her chin. He hadn’t ordered anything. Neither had donuts.
His hands where in his lap under the table, leaning forward on his seat. His knee was bouncing at such speed and ferocity it was shaking the whole table.

She sighed. “How do we find a needle in a haystack?”

His eyes darted across the shop and out the window into the darkness outside.
“We set the haystack on fire.”

There was a long pause, she took a forced sip, he bounced his knee some more.

“They are going to pay for this.” he spat.

Like dandelion seeds, casting blame in every direction but his own.