In that fleeting moment, she wished the ground beneath her feet would open up and swallow her whole. She felt that if she wished hard enough, she could somehow will the ground to open up.
But of course it didn’t. It never does. Well, not when you really need it to at least.
She had a tendency to blabber, a tendency that never quite left her. A tendency she wished she didn’t have.
‘I will just say this and shut up’ was by far the most common thought she ever had.
‘You are a lady, be eloquent but say as little as possible’ she was told. However, it was something she never could do. To her, that did not even make sense.
‘Well, some day’ she told herself, ‘some day.’
It was just a fleeting moment after all.