Anna caught her breath at the curbside just as the bus sped off down the street, prompting her to cough in the cloud of exhaust. She would be late to work again, and this time, there was no guarantee any ounce of redemption could be salvaged.
She looked at her watch and then up at the sky. The clouds were rolling southeast and so she decided it was a good time to follow them.
As she walked through the neighborhood, calamity rose at the playground lot of the elementary school on Sunrise Avenue. Though it was not apparent to anyone but her, it seemed, she noticed a small boy sitting on the asphalt ground underneath a slide. The school bell was ringing and kids scurried to the entrances while the young boy remained.
"Aren't you going to get to your classroom? You don't wanna be late!" Anna shouted over to him through the fence.
"Aren't you going to be late for your job?" the young boy responded.
To be continued....
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