When bad things get... worse!
She couldn’t tell exactly how it happened: she was walking too quickly, she made a wrong move, it just happened. While falling Penny imagined seeing herself from the outside, just like a movie: the young woman with tired eyes who stumbles and fall in slow motion, her hair high in the rain, her three bags flying in three different directions. Then woman and bags hit the ground together.
The slow motion stopped and reality took charge. Penny was on the ground, hurting, and the bag with the paperwork was broken: that damn wind was stealing the sheets of paper one by one. They were flying all around like petals of a sulky flower.
[... to be continued!]
"Sometimes - often I think - telling stories that are embarrassing or even downright crazy is easier when you're telling them to a stranger." Stephen King
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