Tales from 23C – Number 1.

Around nine at night.

Middle aged woman.

She sat in the second row. Tall, dark and tired.

There was a time when she used to sit and think about how much she made and what she would do with the money. There was a time when she would be happy when it was good, hopeful when it wasn’t. Now, all she wanted was to successively complete her daily routine. Her reward? The six hours of nothingness that awaited her at the end of this journey.