Wanderings of a lost soul

Amidst the warm gusts of sticky, moist air, the droplets of sweat tapered down the nape of her neck and clung to her already drenched shirt. Her hair, swept up in a messy up-do, lay tangled in a swirl of hairpins. As she stared up into the distance, the faint sounds of an ambulance siren swirled above the ever present city noises. One could never once pinpoint at any one time what exactly constituted as a "city noise" but together, they were a cacophony, a union of interlaced sounds, comfortable in the presence of others but strangely empty when singled out. Below the iron railings from which she stood, a cat stretched back and yawned, its eerily green eyes momentarily closed to the world.

Bzzz... At the sound of her doorbell, Keisha started as she snapped out of her reverie. Looking down at the hands of her watch, she realised she was running late for work.