Thump! Thump! Thump!
The continuous sound of a round lemon softball, connecting to the smooth surface of the grey wall, echoed in the swallowing silence. A brood on deep thought-or rather, calculations.
If Regina were to be a curved back, old woman in her 90's, an heart attract would have come crawling though the wide open heart of her depressed state, taking her far away to the slumber arms of darkness.
The out play of things came fazing through her head, like a flashback. All where torment, alone to kill Regina's collected tranquility. Maybe life was nothing but a joke, one that couldn't be reprehended. The main question remained why is she the head to all disastrous gossip.
For god's sake! She paid her tax, went to church to worship God, help the less privilege, donate a huge sum
