She keeps tapping her phone as she waits by their car.
This has become her habit over the course of the last thirty minutes.
The minutes won’t even roll over; they just stare back at her, rubbing in the fact that she’ll be late the rest of the day.
She should’ve never run errands with her husband. He’s always talking to strangers, making her late.
She shakes her head as another minute rolls over. Where is he?
She doesn’t hear the sound of the ambulance go by. It’s just another sound that blends into the background.