As a pesky kid full of curiosity, I had explored my parents' bedroom pretty well. But the black leather briefcase was yet beyond my reach. That briefcase needed to be opened to satisfy my curiosity. Period.
THUD!!! She fell on her face in front of the washroom. It was lunchtime and most of her classmates were in the school corridor. Even before she could lift herself up, she heard them laugh loudly. "Assholes," she muttered. But the loudest laugh came from that small boy standing in front of their classroom. He was laughing hysterically, holding his stomach. "Idiot, I will complain to the teacher," she yelled at him.
She was standing in the middle of the road. Vehicles were zooming past her, on both sides. She could hear her heart thumping loudly. "It is just a road, I'll cross it easily. How many times in my life have I crossed this road?" She reminded herself. But she was actually trying to convince her body, to calm down her aging heart and her weak nerves which felt taut right now. She tried to wave in front of a car to slow it down but the driver seemed too fast to notice the old woman struggling to cross the road.