A short story in history

Thursday 21st September 2017
Left work past 6 as usual with the in heart wish that something different would pop up transport wise but lo and behold, I found myself engraved in the contempt of sleeping outside as the difficulty placed before my getting home became even more alarming.. Stay strong,keep pressing were the words protruding out of my mouth for I was so full of despair and anger..as my emotions were mixed not sure how my wavering heart would find stability. Tragedy finally meets his lost friend disappointment. Frankly speaking am not entirely a pessimist as positive thoughts infused in hope can actually be seen as one of my many gifts. I was scared. It seems an undesired fate has been decided for me. Somewhere in the middle I imagined my loved ones at home. What they must be going through.. The painful thought of not been able to see them for the rest of the day. Without been so sentimental secretive, the story continues from the time I closed at past 6. My mind was heavy unable to bear the load of thoughts that overcast my heart. Like I do everyday; take a long walk from the shop to the junction where it seems taking a vehicle home shouldn't come in oppressing and obviously lack the ability to expose itself arduous. Without so much time wasted I was at the junction a.k.a vehicle rich zone and tarried a while praying something happens soon. Most vehicles encountered proved unappealing and inconsequential. Part 1