She looks down at her hands and observes the fine lines carefully. She wonders how can her fate be deduced just by observing them. A hidden code some where? Light chuckles follow.

She looks up and concentrates on the people walking by her, each engrossed in their activities. One man was carrying his briefcase while talking on his cellphone, presumably trying to close a deal. A young lady was trying to sweep her long hair behind her ears and from her face while nodding at her. A bunch of young boys and girls were talking loudly and laughing, and dressed up to the nines. Prom, perhaps? A little child stumbles and falls, smashing onto the concrete pavement, and releases a loud wail. The worried parents rushed to its aid while trying to soothe the toddler.

Everyone seems to know where they are heading to. Except her. She is just sitting around trying to make sense of everything. How come some people just know where to go? How come they always get their bearings right?

She looks at the toddler again and smiles. Children have the best times in their lives. Never having to worry about work or people. Just wail and someone will come to the rescue.

Damsel in distress? Add a dragon that spits fire and no knight in shining armour to save her and you get the picture.

She sets her teacup down, picks up her bag and heads for home. Mum is brewing soup for dinner.