Holy Smoke
MY steps were quick and deliberate. Beads of sweat rolled from my crown down to my neck. It was seven thirty in the morning. People were on a huff either to get to work or students going to school. I refused to make eye contact with anyone. I couldn't be bothered, I needed to finish my daily 2-kilometer brisk walk. Catching my breath on the sidewalk, I paused and took a sip from my Hydro Flask , when an awkward-looking girl in a school uniform bumped into me by accident. “I’m so, sorry Miss”, her hands held out in front of her like she was in a defensive stance. “It’s fine, it was an accident. Just be careful next time” I said, assuring her I was okay. "I’m really really sorry", she kept bowing her head. “I said It’s fine, go run you'll be late” I smiled. “Thank you” She gave me an apologetic smile and a small bow then turned to walk away. I stood there watching until she turned to the curve and disappeared. She reminded me so much of my young self. I w...