Wednesday, 2 April 2008
09:55:36 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.
Sheappears well trimed, pencil skirt; white blouse, and a black belt that lay an
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
against thetile floors as she steadily made her way to the clock in the center of the
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
A small finger jabbed into the womans side. The woman took a deep breath as she
gritted her teeth. She rolled her eyes as she smoothed out her blouse. That same
finger poked the womans arm once more. "What!" The woman snapped as she whipped her
head around to look at her arm. "Hi," A small girl sat beside her waving. "You are
sitting in my seat!" The girl smiled showing a gap where her front teeth should have
been. "Sorry," the woman stood up and flattened her skirt. The girl crawled into the
seat closest to the window.
"You can sit here," the girl smiled at the woman. The woman sat back down in her seat
and picked up her brief case. "Um...whats your name?" Small eyes glared up at the
woman. She jerked her head to look at the girl, "I'm Miss. Delmire." The girls eyes
got bigger, "No, whats your real name?" The woman sighed, rolling her
eyes..........................(to be continued)