Guilty

The sun scorched her back. She dared to look into the clouds with agony written all over her face.

"Sun why me, you want to peel my back?", she cried in a quivering voice as she scurried towards the hospital. She could still feel that severe ache in her lower abdomen. She sighed in dismay as she recalled her mother's words, encouraging her to take paracetamol, and reduce the aching.

She had dropped the plastic bag of capsules on the centre table and here she was groaning in pain. Why did she do such? She began to fume. Should I turn back home? , she wondered. The pain seemed to intensify with each thought. She peeped into her purse and smiled, three sticks of sanitary pads were there.