Monica clutched her chest with her trembling hands as she tried to control the galloping beats of her heart.
You must remain calm and focused she told herself.
The cold November breeze was not helping. She violently shivered as a gust of freezing air slammed to her frail body.
The piece of paper which she tore from a notebook flapped hurriedly in her left hand. The fear that it will be carried away along the wet deserted street jolted her awake.
" It's almost time" , she told herself as she rummaged her pockets for the pen.