Kamilah Jones

The Little Black Book

Eight. Nine. Ten. Veronica stood there counting raindrops, trying desperately to occupy her mind. The word time kept coming to the forefront of her mind. She woke up elated this morning, excited to celebrate life and experience all that the day had to offer her. It was on this day 29 years ago that she was born into the world. Veronica couldn’t be happier with the life she had been blessed to experience. She had a beautiful loving husband and family, her dream career, a beautiful home and all the comforts of life. She was not rich, but she was comfortable and satisfied with what she had accomplished. In this very moment though all she felt was pain and despair. She was hurt, confused, angry, sad and numb all at once. She couldn’t even make sense of how she was feeling, and all she could think was that the only thing standing in between what she felt this morning and the way she is feeling now is time.