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The black cat passed in front of her as she rushed down the street. She knew she was late, and the ferry never left on time. Instead of waiting that other minute for the last passengers running down the dock, it took off, not caring the next departure was three hours later. Her breath ragged in her chest as she sprinted down the pier. On her back, her bag hit a blow to her spine for every step she took, a heavy and rustling thud-thud in her ears.
"Wait," she shouted. The barrier lowered, and the last car disappeared into the ferry in front of her. "Wait for me!"
She put the last of her energy into the dwindling meters between them. Panting, she showed the inspector her ticket and went on-board.
The salty smell of seawater hurled itself across the parking deck and stung in her nose. She found her place on the uppermost deck, looking out to the darkening sea and back at the city. She didn't want to go back there, but she would. She just had to get rid of something first.
The boat departed, and when the city was no more than a shadow on the horizon, she slipped the bag off her shoulders and dumped it over the railing. "Bye," she murmured, knowing the face hiding inside the bag would hunt her on every light pole for months to come.
The black cat passed in front of her as she rushed down the street. She knew she was late, and the ferry never left on time. Instead of waiting that other minute for the last passengers running down the dock, it took off, not caring the next departure was three hours later. Her breath ragged in her chest as she sprinted down the pier. On her back, her bag hit a blow to her spine for every step she took, a heavy and rustling thud-thud in her ears.
"Wait," she shouted. The barrier lowered, and the last car disappeared into the ferry in front of her. "Wait for me!"
She put the last of her energy into the dwindling meters between them. Panting, she showed the inspector her ticket and went on-board.
The salty smell of seawater hurled itself across the parking deck and stung in her nose. She found her place on the uppermost deck, looking out to the darkening sea and back at the city. She didn't want to go back there, but she would. She just had to get rid of something first.
The boat departed, and when the city was no more than a shadow on the horizon, she slipped the bag off her shoulders and dumped it over the railing. "Bye," she murmured, knowing the face hiding inside the bag would hunt her on every light pole for months to come.
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