The Trouble with Black Series - Dangerous women

1 TAYLA

The Trouble with Black series

Dangerous Women

©KATE NONI 2015

Author's note

This work is the first draft, it is not 100% finished and still requires at lot of work. I have shared this story so i can gain valuable knowledge of readers first impressions. please feel free to leave comments at the bottom. Thank for your time.

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TAYLA

I step out onto street. A soft, feather light and warm breeze whispers effortlessly over my skin, the placidness is soothing. I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasant sensation, It's not a sentiment that I am familiar with but naturally and almost instinctively my body responds in a way that felt natural, and the gentle touch calms me as I take a deep breath and exhale wide eyed and eager.

I bend down on one knee and tighten the bright yellow laces to my running shoes, I stand and pull out my iPod from the pocket of my sports shorts, and I switch it on. I place the ear bud in my left ear, and then followed by the right. I scroll though the tracks and press play, Brandon Flowers Lonely Town fills my ears and I place the iPod into the clear plastic pocket with black straps that fixes securely around my bicep. I cross the road; once I am safely on the other side I begin my daily routine run. I jog my way through the street without a care or fore thought in the world to worry me. My feet pound the pavement as my momentum picks up pace and I clear my mind and allow the music to be my companion.

It was around five am when I left, and the sun is rising fast above me, she illuminates the sky turning it a pale blue with wavy orange brush strokes making nature a Kodak moment, which definitely should be captured as either a painting or a cute canvas eye catcher in somebody's living room. I love this street at this hour, no humans rushing around like lunatics, stressed out before the new beautiful day has begun. Watching them fuss around like headless chickens raises my blood pressure and my annoyance with the world. Why is stress commonly acceptable? Cancer, strokes, heart attacks are frowned upon, so why is stress swept away like dirt under the door mat? Stress is still as harmful as thoughts other things. Most people don't even have a clue how to relax properly. I step up the pace pounding my feet on the pavement as I breeze carelessly thought the street, each step pushing the unwanted and exasperating thoughts further and further from my mind. The music is my drug, I am high and then the euphoria kicks in and I soon relax and run through the street and forget about the world.

Before I knew it, my destination was approaching; just around the corner was my favorite bakery four miles away from home. It gives me the motivation I need to wake up every morning and treat myself. I glance at my watch and it is a few minutes past six. I took a couple of deep breaths 'come on, just a few more meters Tay' I psyched myself up, 'Come on Tay, move it' I pushed myself again. As I began edging closer to my limit, I knew I had just a tiny bit more motivation left: the last corner was impending fast, feeling proud I began to glorify my victory early the moment I made the bend. I close my eyes, soaking in the personal achievement as I smash hard into something as hard a brick wall, confounded and a little winded I held my cheek and registered the event.

To my astonishment the brick wall was a human being, a fellow jogger "Oh my god, are you ok?" I panicked, the whole thing happened so fast I just couldn't react, I couldn't have stopped this from happening, maybe I could have, I should of concentrated till I cleared the corner. I should have kept my eyes open and watched out.

"I think so" he said disorientated I felt very guilty but I knew deep down that it wasn't my fault, it was just an accident. I somehow felt responsible even thought we both were faultless, or perhaps it is my fault for celebrating a personal achievement and being to self involved instead of concentrating, I should have been aware of my surroundings. But then again I never see anyone at this hour. Nobody could have foreseen this happening, it's just a terrible accident. 'Right? This couldn't have been prevented?' How could I have been so careless and irresponsible.