Unexpected

Hours roll by without a break. Meetings, flow charts, spread sheets overwhelm her schedule.

“Just one moment of peace, please,” she screams internally to no one in particular.

Stuck.

Traffic jammed up for miles before and behind.

Smile twitching the corner of her mouth.

Unbusy at last.

Someone was listening.

Part of the 50 Word Challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/

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  23. Reblogged this on journose and commented:
    Every thing is running, everyone is running nothing stops for anyone! But I wonder where are we running ? But if I have a break from running I feel bored and desperate to be busy running though it is tiring? I ask myself what am I for?

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