Plans

She put the agenda over the desktop and started to circle the days with different colours. She was going to stay for just a month and, with the excuse of being abroad for so long, was determined to find activities for every afternoon.

After thirty minutes dedicated to the markers, and mobile on hand to fit all her friends in, finished the task with a terrible sensation of discomfort: there were still three days without plans. She enjoyed improvising but it wasn't the right moment. She had prepared herself to talk about it. It was a matter of time. She was just waiting for the perfect timing, it was that.

She looked through the window. The fading rays before nightfall were drawing the sky on purple and orange waves. A light breeze was shaking the appletrees and her cousins were catching each other in the garden. She bitted her lips. She was over there, with her smile and perpetual stillness.

She took the phone and checked her contact list... there were not many options and it was not about organizing meetings with people she didn't want to chat with just for completing the calendar. She could maybe set up another reunion with the schoolmates... or just mention to her uncle how much she missed swimming on the dam.

A sparrow sat on the window frame. They stared at each other and it started to squeak. She smiled and before could realize it, a teardrop was going down her left cheek. She remembered when was smaller and closed her eyes trying to identify the birds and where they were just by their songs. She taught her. She was missing that so much.

It wasn't the time to wait. She took off the agenda's page and threw it. She had to cancel some meetings because there was one with priority.