Everything around her was a blur as she was walking briskly, almost sprinting, to catch the next train. She’s not the type who glides through that pool of hustling office goers and students during rush hour. But what happened that morning made her feel like she had no choice but to storm out of their apartment as quickly as she could.
By force of habit, her feet led her to the station. The smell of newly cooked juicy hotdogs welcomed her and got her stomach grumbling. She realized she left before she even touched her food. A small change from the day before was still in her jacket pocket but it wasn’t enough to last her the day. That much could only get her breakfast or buy her a roundtrip train ticket. If only her purse was on the table near the door, she could have snatched it on her way out. But she might have left it on the couch, or on top of the TV, or on the kitchen counter. She wasn’t sure anymore. Thinking too much made her head ache.
The sudden rush of emotions and frustrations made her want to just cry. She was about to but self-inflicted public humiliation was the last thing she needed then. She forcefully swallowed the forming tears back in. It was but a brave attempt of containment that only lasted until she saw, from among the busy crowd, a face she knew so well she couldn’t forget it even if she tried. It came dashing to her direction, carrying her purse and a brown bag.
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From my previous blog. Photo taken from this page.
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