
Laura dreaded hearing the alarm go off because today was the day she would have to go back to work. It had been six months since she took sick leave. Stress, and her capability to cope had been burdened by Covid.
Working from home and she didn’t have to brave the traffic, or even get out of her pyjamas. As long as she did the work, then it didn’t matter. Now they wanted everything to get back to normal, and the first step was working in the office again.
She slowly put on her work clothes, and ate breakfast in silence. Her stomach was churning, and nothing but her heart beat could be heard. Even the clock couldn’t compete.
At the door, she looked to the road beyond, and swallowed down a piece of dry toast. Cars fled past like angry bees, as she fumbled around her handbag for her keys. It felt like a whole world of change, and she had missed the memo.
‘Alright Sandra,’ her neighbour said.
He was walking his dog, a little Jack Russel, called Mitch. In his eighties, he wasn’t afraid to be outside. If he could do it, then she could too.
‘Alright Fred,’ she said, and with a mask on her face, she walked into the sunshine, ready to take on the world.
Good story Diana and one I can actually identify with from my teens, so not Covid related, just panic attacks. (Think you’ve changed Laura to Sandra at the end.)
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A great tale of triumph over adversity. Well done.
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Good take Diana
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Nice 👍
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