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In the park
It was a nice sunny day in Hiroshima. People were enjoying the warm June sun on this Saturday afternoon in Wisteria Park. Amongst them was one young lady who was frowning; her thoughts weren't on the sun. More important things beckoned like the latest in ladies fashion. One particular dress was causing her some consternation. The thin shoulder straps just didn't look right. It was where they attached to the top of the dress. But on paper they looked good. The lady, age 23 and called Jelma, frowned again.
"This isn't looking good. Well, it does on paper but it won't for real, no. No not at all. That was confirmed on the test dress," Jelma muttered to herself.
Everything about the dress looks great, it's just those damned shoulder straps. I like them, the way they look. Yet they didn't work on the test piece I made. So annoying. I'll have to redesign them, if not the whole damn dress. Damn it. I don't want to do that. The dress looks good. Just the straps. Jelma's mind was fraught with tension. She was stressed. Not good. Pausing from her pad, she put down her art pencil down and took a gulp of her drink. That's nice. I sure do love this sweet grapefruit drink. Pocari Sweat.Silly name though. Silly like the problem with these damned shoulder straps!
Pausing for a few minutes, Jelma took time out. Minutes slowly passed and her thoughts reformed themselves and she watched people in the park. Some read magazines, others played football, many flew kites of intricate design. More simply strolled in the ornate gardens. Many were couples spending time together. Jelma drank the last of her grapefruit drink, crumpled the can and put it in her bag to dispose of later.
She went back to work. Minutes passed. Her right hand drew and traced lightly over the design. In her pad were a dozen print outs, each allowed her to draw, redraw, change, edit and come up with the right design. It had to be right. Many had big black crosses through. Wrong! I'd take all the time in the world but I can't. The deadline is there, hanging over me like a katana held by a Samurai. Two days more...