Blueberry was stuck, sitting on a metal chair that made her bones hurt.
Handle bars that more than being useful, were a nuisance.
Vaguely bringing her eyes up, she notices shapes of humans passing by, with little boxes behind them.
Her phone bleeping "wait".
Was she arriving to her designation on time?
Was she waiting for someone?
She looked at her phone again. "Wait".
When was the last time she had looked?
At least a hundred people had passed by her side, right?
Were they people? They all seemed too tired to be.
She did a small sigh of non relief.
Her lungs began to dry.
A cigarette light up, she was too tired.
And the fire seemed real.