She walked quickly and with purpose; her heels pounding on the concrete floor and ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ filling her ears. To passers-by she looked disgustingly arrogant; her eyes focused dead ahead, ignoring the faces of those who looked quizzically into hers. She walked like she owned the world, even though she often felt like she was drowning in it.
Pushing past people without apology she didn’t make many friends on the way to her appointment. It began to drizzle and she pulled her hood up over her head. Now she looked threatening. Her friends had always said all her walk needed was a knife in her hand and she’d look like she wanted to murder whoever was in her line of sight. She smiled at the thought, and at the look two older women gave her as they passed. The disdain she managed to draw from strangers amused her.
But she was finally there and the person who waited, the person who knew her inside out, smiled, knowing the woman behind the walk.
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