Bad Friday

I passed a woman in the street this evening. She was quite heavily built, in her 40s, wearing a shapeless skirt and flowery blouse with a crumpled collar. She had put down her bulging bags of shopping and was leaning wearily against a wall, with an air of complete dejection, her face hidden in the crook of her arm. I overhead her talking on the phone.

No, I can’t.

I just can’t!!

I’m covered in chocolate and stuff!

I turned back and stared.

She wasn’t.

  • Ria

    I agree, but she sounded so distraught that my mind was boggled.

  • omykiss

    The way you tell it … it’s mysterious and sad. But what’s so bad about being covered in chocolate?