Eight Days Late

Clara's green skirt was soaked in a large patch, cooling from warmth to coldness. She was oblivious to it, now completely enveloped in fear, her body and soul seemingly detached.

The door was tapped twice.

Not receiving a response, the person outside pushed the door open and was startled to see Clara standing there in a daze, with a coffee cup fallen on the table and coffee spilled everywhere.

"Ms