Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Na’ama for the photo.
Hurry, need to cross the road before the amber light goes red. My heart races, just made it. Things need to be in order. Wake up have a shower, three minutes, breakfast at 8, crossroads at 8.15, same people waiting to cross.
Today I overslept, calamity, never been this late before. I stare at the ground, trying to calm down.
‘Hi, did you press the pedestrian button ?’
‘Er, no. I’m late today, in a muddle’.’
I look up at the woman who spoke to me. She has a big smile, hazel eyes, so calm. I feel hypnotised.
‘Do you go this way, we can walk together.’
A smile creeps over my face. Today is different.