The time of doom is close, but you mustn't ponder over it.
Her dress swayed with the wind, leaving her aroma to linger in the small fruit stall. The weaved basket placed neatly to the side, in no one's way, she watched them all go.
The streets bustled with people, mainly men. They bid farewell to their loved ones as they departed for war, leaving the teary-eyed females to watch their backs.
She watched the children, they clung on to their fathers, wailing at the news of their absence.
She watched them.
It invoked memories for the young girl, watching the children getting left with their mothers reminded her of exactly what her father had done. Not necessarily leave for war, but leave.
She watched him too. She watched him scurry out of her life like she was an unwanted piece of cloth, providing no use for the tailor anymore.
She heard the door shut, her mother's tears fall, she heard everything, saw everything.
The only getaway she had now was her day job. It wasn't at all pretty but it was nice to stand and watch everything, whether it be positive or not.
She would stand there, her usual spot, watch the males frown upon a woman doing work outside the house. She saw the distaste, the envy, the arrogance, she saw it all.
But the rest of the world called her blind.