Monday's Not Coming Summary Novels & Stories

Noah had accepted it with the composure of someone who had expected nothing less. Monday arrived and I was almost sorry to see the weekend go, which was not something I said often about Mondays but the weekend had been the particular kind that reminded you why you were doing all of it. Sophia and the Mercedes and the breakfast in my robe. Noah and the volcano and Ethan asking questions with the seriousness of an academic panel. Small perfect ordinary things that cost nothing and meant everything. Then Olivia put the governance audit report on my desk at nine-fifteen and Monday became what Mondays usually were.

SOPHIA P.O.V It was next Monday I was sipping my coffee at office. If you are wondering was Caius back? The answer is no. He isn't back yet. He told me he would come by Friday but today i.e Monday he still isn't here. And yes how much I didn't want to miss him, honestly I did miss him last week. I used to work whole day in office. I was busy entirely but still something was missing. I could feel it.

Thanks for the work. Then: Come Sunday. He came Sunday. ---

Usually, I dreaded Mondays and it was not because I didn't enjoy my work and definitely not because I didn't have a real passion for the job, but after an entire weekend without Aaron, going back into the office on Monday was always a little struggle while knowing fully well that he was going to be an unavoidable presence, ready to ruin my day and spoil my mood like he always does. But this Monday was different. I walked into the office with a skip in my step and a broad smile on my face.

The kind that followed something significant that didn't announce itself as significant. I looked at Matthias. He was looking at the door with an expression that was entirely composed and giving away nothing visible. "She's not wrong," I said. "About them not stopping." "No," he said. "She's not." "Monday changes what we can do about it." He looked at me then. All the way across the room. "Monday changes everything," he said.

SLADE'S POV:: Monday mornings always arrive too fast at S.B.D. Motors. The garage doors are already open, engines rumbling in the distance, somewhere in the factory while the first wave of employees hurry through the glass entrance, clutching coffee and half-finished conversations. It’s obviously a new week, and of course work has begun again. Monday mornings? They’ve always been one of my biggest pet peeves. But do I really have a choice? Nah. Not even if someone actually gave me the chance to have one. Because at the end of the day, reality is still reality.

*Monroe's POV* It’s wednesday morning which means I’m almost halfway through my first week of senior year. As I’m running and watching the sun come up, I find my mind drifting to the strange boy from philosophy. Several times over the last two days, I’ve caught him watching me. He was such a douche-bag in philosophy on Monday but then yesterday he compliments my bike? What is his deal? I shake my head and focus on clearing my mind.

"Same here. It was a good idea to come here too, it's fun and delicious! Though, I haven't seen anyone from the shop." "It's possible they came earlier or won't be here 'till later. The only day we have a set schedule to come in is Monday for breakfast. Depends on the day's workload when we take our breaks too." Tony wiped his mouth and took a swig of coffee. "True, well maybe next time. Either way, fuckin' delicious, haha."

"Use this to travel around. Take a month. By then, things'll be more stable." He looked at me, all serious. "Have a good trip. Don't miss me too much. I'll be a married man soon—you'll have to get used to that. We still live under the same roof. It'll be awkward if you don't." He even started giving me travel tips. What he didn't know? I'd already been through all of this once. And this time, I was really gone. On Cedric's wedding day, the Gramont mansion was a full-on frenzy from sunrise.

Monday as the first day of the week was always hectic and full of stress and bustle, he was aware of being apt for an herculean task this day, his battle and squabble with his lousy neighbors always emerged as the first on his rigmarole. "Glory! I'm a living being. " Bode Thomas mumbled, yawning. He could resort to lay his head on the cotton pillow and rise after hours; he could sit and nod in relish of his favourite jamz, he could also saunter and settle at the mechanic workshop down the street and munch on bread and beans while they discuss politics and country issues but Monday was expected to be spent wisely for time to all, was precious.