Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The keyboard had its own rhythm as Lola Consistently punched the keys, Lost in time. Trying the best she could, to make up for all the days she's been off work. The wine glass stood next to the books that were carefully arranged on the table, dripping wet, from the ice that she mixed with the wine. Work has never been this hectic and life threatening for Lola. And she is not someone to easily give up on something. She would go from the balcony to the fridge to take a look outside or fix herself a drink, the streets has few passerbys but one could really use the gentle touch of the air that makes the skin feel alive in a way, the view always feels like something new whenever she looked, the tall glass buildings and the fumes from the busy factories near the blocks, the anticipation of the sunset. But none of that gave her the relaxation she was hoping for, she dangled the chair searching for ideas as she looked bluntly at the high ceilings. She was stuck, her ideas tanked. Th