Chuka

Kathleen looked around to make sure the dog, Pandora, was not in sight before hurrying out through the gate.

Being out now and walking down the street, she couldn't help feeling out of place in her outfit.

This was the kind of neighbourhood where you always had to be fresh. She looked down at her dull, shapeless gown and could swear that anyone who saw her would assume she was a house girl.

She had never been one to care about her physical appearance but now she remembered she had failed to wash her face or even check her hair in the mirror to know how rough it looked.

It was bad enough that she had failed to even take her phone with her. Else, she would have used her phone's camera to check her appearance.

The further she walked, the more she realised that going out to buy something without even asking her boss for directions was a very bad idea.