5 October 2012
Deep in thought, she gazed out of the window. Her head was hurting terrible after her long and tiring day at work and she kept on looking at her watch, fearful of being late again. Her short hair curled inwards slightly, highlighting her long thin face and prominent cheekbones. She had her bag on her lap, her left hand leaning over to clutch the right side of the bag. Her eyes, once full of life, were dull and hollow. She checked her watch again, still not much difference in the time, and she reached into her bag to take out her umbrella. But she wouldn't make it to the door because she died on that day three years before. On that rainy day she never did make it to the door. She never made it that far...
She Didn't Make It Far • Opuss № I