Her name popped out from the board. The blurred sight was insignificantly understood. Yet, enough. How could she have missed the sight of it? The watch read 11.30 a.m. She was already forty minutes late. Her heart raced. "Could there be a kind soul waiting patiently on the other side?" She fumbled through the papers. "... Just for a mere..." she glanced at the ticking clock, "FORTY-ONE MINUTES?!" Disbelief, her heart recited prayers. Her feet ran her off to chasing time.
From afar, the silhouette of monkeys jumping around the four-square did not amuse her at all. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. AH! The disturbances they would have caused. Her brain was reasoning with all kinds of theories. Dirty little secrets were full of loopholes. "Oh, look! Someone's checking the monkeys." There were mixed feelings she was confused over.
She explained all she could upon reaching the already calmed monkeys. Whose ears could have a heart to empathize? Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her excuses were unacceptable even for herself. She walked away...
So that was how it should be for bad day like hers. An ill appetite, a hopeless heart and the many unexplained events that would have been told after.
Who could have felt the same way, ... when everyone else was perfect.
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