Across the square


Photo by Börkur Sigurbjörnsson

She walked across the square as fast as her feet could carry her. She was way too late. She had promised her friend to help her cleaning her apartment. She was two hours too late.

She had gone out last night. She had planned to go home early. She had planned to get an early sleep. She didn’t. The night out extended long into the night. She came home late. She had a late sleep. She woke up late.

She felt ashamed for letting her friend down. Her friend had done nothing wrong that could justify such a betrayal. She hoped the friend would not get angry. She hoped her error would be forgiven.

She walked across the square as fast as her feet could carry her. She was way too late. She was ashamed. She was worried. She was oblivious to the fact that her friend had also gone out last night. She had also gone to bed late. She was still sleeping.