it was getting dark. a familiar wave of unease swept through her gut. she thought maybe she needed to use the loo, but then it passed. as she looked out of the window, people were returning home. tired, defeated, carrying the burden of the day with them. she tried counting the exhausted shoulders that went by.
to her, their dispair was palpable.
jobs they didn't enjoy.
loans they couldn't pay.
homes they weren't proud of.
wives they has nothing to say to.
children who hadn't turned out like they imagined.
aged parents.
dreams that lay dusty and forgotten, locked in the battered aluminium trunks that they had packed when they left home all those years ago.

city life sucks.