Tuesday, 1 April 2008
09:52:50 PM (GMT)
A woman walks down the street with an uneasy pase, getting faster every time she
looks down at her watch. Her motion reads frantic, her face reads dull. She
carries a brief case loosely in one hand, and a small clutch purse in the other. She
appears well trimed, pencil skirt; white blouse, and a black belt that lay an inch
below her rib cage. Her pace never slowed nor did her face break into any
Her walk finally began to slow as she reached the station. Black heels cracked
tile floors as she steadily made her way to the clock in the center of the station.
The big clock stood casting a shadow over a bench nearby. The black heels stopped
and began to tap against the floor.................... (to be continued)
The womans face still held no expression as she scanned the station. Her gaze dropped
every now and then from the station to her wrist watch. The black heals gadually
stoped tapping against the tiles as the woman reached to her clutch purse. She held a
small phone in her hand and quickly looked back at her watch. An annoyed expression
finally graced her face as she held the phone against her ear.
Frustrated, the woman stormed off toward station 5. Without hesitation she sat down
in a vacant seat. She took a deep breath as she rumaged through her purse.
"Excuse me...." a small voice called. The woman continued to search through her bag.
"I said excuse me!" the voice shouted once more.............................. (to be