Slap! For a moment, things felt a little hazy, probably it was the pain, that was slowly heating up into a tinge of warmth on my cheek or probably it was the state of shock about this unexpected happening, or probably it was – “What the hell do you think of yourself?” she interrupted this chain of thoughts that were circling my head like a flight of canaries in cartoons. My eyes struggled for a moment and then like a camera lens adjusting to focus, she came into view.
I gave my head a slight jerk and began “I wha-“, before she interrupted again, “Why do you speak with her? I told you things won’t be –“and she went on a rumbling rant for how long I did not know, but every second seemed to drag itself with great effort, I was staring at her eyes, but then I got reminded she was scolding me and then I looked down to give her an impression that I was feeling guilty, but in reality I was busy staring at the intricacies of the pattern on road below. I soon found a crack, and my gaze followed it along before I looked up, and realized she was waiting for me to reply.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked me pulling down her hands to knuckles on her waist, and her rate of breathing increased. By the sound of it, I realised she was angry. I braved a look into her eyes. "Say something," she yelled at me not too loud but enough to capture the attention of a couple of passers-by. "Umm..I," I scarcely began that she began to speak again, "Never pays attention to what I am saying, I seriously wonder" and "blah-blah-blah"continued a voice in my head drowning out her words once again.
Sooner or later I would have to answer her. And I really wonder if I am aware of what the question is in the first place. But lets leave that for later, she's still busy saying something and I haven't quite figured out the reason for that crack on the road yet.