Yet another twist ending

The gloom of a rainy day always cheered her up. The gentle downpour muffled the city’s sounds; white noise for a grey day. Her hands firmly in her jacket, and her shoulders tensed in the cold, she strolled through the streets of Seattle, watching unfamiliar passers-by pass her by. She would buy a bag of cherries, and laugh at the looks of surprise on unsuspecting tourists’ jaw-dropped faces as fish were flung about nonchalantly. She had been there, once. Too long ago. She spun around, her jacket twisting and turning in the wind, and made her way back home.