[Sun_Sparkz]

Trains were late again. Work has already called me twice and I've turned off my phone now, ill just say we were stuck in a tunnel. Finally pull into the station and I gather my coat and dash off the train, down the stairs and swiftly through the ticket machines. Past the beggars in the nooks along the halls, 8.45 and the meeting would be moving along regardless now, all I can think about is the stares on the back of my head when I sneak into the conference room, trying to be quiet but making more noise than a chainsaw in a nature reserve. I break out in a hurried sweat and wish I had of opted for my skirt suit instead of my baby pink tweed ensemble.

I reach the 3 story escalator and realise that someone's got it in for me today. an old man stands ahead of me on the escalator, not enough room to get around him and the old fart isn't moving, just standing there letting the steps do the moving for him! doesn't he realise what its like to be late for a VERY IMPORTANT meeting!

I put my hands on my hips and sigh loudly. the deaf dinosaur probably cant hear me anyway. I look at his arm and notice a large scar running from the elbow to the wrist. it looks disgusting, probably from sun cancer removal, they didn't have UV awareness a while ago.

Gunfire behind me, rain washing away my will to live and the explosions bringing it back again, I haven't been this scared since I was a child, and I haven't been this brave since the start of this war. Run. Run harder. Run Faster. Fighting time and enemy for the life of my country and my right to live. A fence. Barbed wire. Nothing will stop this race. Diving through the metal it tears copious amounts of flesh from my arms. Blood. Keep Running. Keep Running Harder. Keep Running Faster.

I turn my phone back on and a sms message pops up. We are starting the presentation without you. Mr Cateloni's Secretary insists on chasing me up for every second I remain unaccounted for. I'd even bet she documents how many minutes I spend in the Lav per day so they can dock it from my bonus at the end of February. Man I wish this old tiger would get moving. he has one wrinkled old hand on the moving rail. its not budging. a wedding ring on his finger looks marked and tarnished, and his watch looks as though he brought it at a retro 70's kliens at a discount store and I notice the time on the face says 8.47, I wish I was in that meeting!

Three kids and fifty one years of marriage, haven't taken off that ring since she put it on my finger 55 years ago. I miss her getting the kids ready for school. I miss her corned beef. I miss her yelling at me for the mud on the car. I miss the way she would hold our grandson and bounce, bounce, bounce him to sleep. Her smell has finally left our empty home and im left alone with my earl grey every morning.

Nearly at the top of the escalator, feels like the thing is in slow motion this morning, Ill bet this turtle in front is probably only in the city for some ANZAC memorial or some crap. Total disregard that some of us have lives, and places to be. Off the last step and I storm past him, got my power walk on now and stride into the office, don't make eye contact with the secretary and turn the handle on the conference room door

Off the escalator and a young girl rushes past me, looking like a professional bitch, so much to learn about what's important, I turn and duck into the Newsagency to buy myself a lottery ticket before my appointment with my heart specialist, new pacemaker next week he warns me. How can I fit in the time when I have grandkids visiting in the school holidays and some of the ANZAC's are supposed to be meeting again next week to organise the next march, I hope my new Knee holds up for the duration, I just wish life would slow down sometimes...