The train pulls up at exactly 7.32; 3 minutes late. Normally, this wouldn’t matter but today is not a normal day. Kate rushes out of the doors as soon as they open, pushing through the crowded platform until she practically falls through the exit. She needs to be there, she has to be on time for this.
She perches on the very edge of the pavement as she waits for the crossing man to turn green, hair mussed up as cars pass by too close and too fast. Come on come on. It finally turns green and she paces quickly out into the road, hands clenched in her coat pockets. She makes to the other side just in time to watch the next set of lights go red again. Goddammit. She makes a good look around before jogging quickly over the road anyway, a thing she would normally never do. She just has to be on time today. The next few roads are all clear and she is able to make her way through town at a good pace yet she curses her decision to wear heels when she can’t quite get up the speed she wants to.
It’s 7.53, just 2 minutes left and another set of red lights. She bounces on her toes, ready to set off as soon as she sees the traffic lights turn amber, not even waiting for the man to go green. She almost makes it too but is held up by a line of elderly women she can’t pass around without walking into traffic. 7.56. 7 fucking 56. Too late now. They’re gone. Just a small, pale face staring out of a bus window, watching her race to the bus stop as the doors close. She feels tears prick her eyes and puts up a mournful hand, waves to the retreating eyes. No one waves back. She’s too fucking late.
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