Elliotte

Elliote There were times when life just deserved a well placed sucker punch, Lucinda thought unhappily as the entrance door shut decisively behind her, and was in turn slapped mercilessly by the strong heat wave. She groaned out loud. The sharp contrast between the crisp cool interior she had so annoyingly stormed out from and the fiery outside she now stood in hit her. Hand placed over her eyes, Lucinda scurried off the hot stairs and down the walkway towards the gate. She needed a parasol. She needed sunscreen. She needed a roof over her head - fast; and she needed a job even faster. Ignoring the irritating catcalls from nowhere she was interested in, she hurdles up and scurried past. She couldn't afford a taxi, so she made a beeline for the subway. One sharp glance at her old faded wristwatch and she hissed, long and hard. Palm Estate was on the other far end of the world, and she had just ninety five minutes to get to a place that generally may take at least - well, forever? -, and she groaned and boarded a train. Father, I need this job. You know I do. So keep it for me, she prayed just as the train wheezed past. The picture outside slowly becoming a rapid blur.