The secret life
On a narrow and long road Elizabeth has set her navigation system to direct her to the home that once belonged to her grandmothers. Her fingers repeatedly tapping against the steering wheel and checking the time every other minute. Clearly in a rush and not pleased to be using her precious time on the road. Letting out another sigh she exclaims “Why do I have to be the one to collect grandmothers belongings ” to no one in particular, since she is the only one in the car. She continues, “Its not like they don’t know how busy I am at work. I have several deadlines and a new project that I’ve to start. My schedule is not set up for an unplanned miscellaneous task such as this one”. This continues for a while pointing out that no one is as busy as her, no ones work demands as much effort as hers, and that no one understands how much she has on her plate. With frustration she tilted her head against the car window while looking up ahead on the road with no other car insight. She applies more pressure to the gas peddle convincing herself that there’s no harm to it, since she is the only one on this forsaken road. The faster she drives the quicker she can get back to the city away from this rural forest that she is driving deeper and deeper into.