Tan - Mompov

He asked his coworker, Jen, if she’d seen it. She shrugged. "Looks like someone had a stroke mid-sentence."

The word "tan" wasn't a color. It was her name. And "mompov"? He stared at it until the letters swam. mompov tan

But the stain—the old coffee stain—was still there. And if you looked at it a certain way, in the late afternoon light, it almost looked like a face. He asked his coworker, Jen, if she’d seen it