Hurriedly she ran to the bus. It was about time she reached it! Never in her life she had missed a bus. Maybe today it would be the first time she was late?
Suddenly she stopped. Wasn't something missing? What was it?
Which of her pieces...
She shivered as she remembered how she broke. Where was the...
There! On the ground, only a few meters away lay the sharp-edged piece.
As she walked back she heard the other pieces clatter, as if they were saying, that they didn't have time for that. They had to catch the bus! They didn't need that piece that much. Every step towards the sharp-edged piece was harder.
The bus was waiting and the pieces were pulling her back, clattering even lauder. "The bus! The bus!"
But the piece was important. She had to retrieve it.
She stumbeled at the force the clattering pieces used to pull her back and fell face first. But she streched her arm forward. Her fingers almost reached the piece. Only a few milimeters!
Then, finally, her fingers closed around it, the sharp edges cutting her skin.
She didn't care.
She had it back.
Even though it hurt.
She turned around. The bus was gone.
But she had it back.
