A Day Too Late. "I cannot fathom why." Short story below. This had been happening quite frequently. I could blame it on my insomnia, the after effects of the lockdown.It had thrown my routine totally out of gear. Since life was picking up speed once again, I found myself quite slow in coming back to normal. I was of late, quite late these days for all manners of personal work and meetings. Since I was already late, I decided to make things move at my own pace. I was tired of all the running around,excuses, the sorry face. I had had enough. So I sat down at the cafeteria, ordered a cappuccino. I looked around. Everyone was busy, trying to work, be somewhere, be someone. I felt a certain kind of peace, not being part of the daily madness. Suddenly, all faces turned towards me, staring. I fidgeted in my seat, uncomfortable. This was not normal. They stood up, fingers pointing in my direction. A steady hum of "You are late" rose to a crescendo, they were all saying the same thing! I nearly fell off my chair, covered my ears and shouted "Stop, please stop." All of them started to walk in my direction. I panicked. I couldn't move, I couldn't at all.
