“How  can you be so late?”, she screamed at her driver. This was the fifth time she was reaching late for work.

She reached her office only to see firefighters all around. Apparently there was an electric fire in her floor, fifteen minutes back.

She muttered a quick prayer and silent thanks to her driver.

(Day 6 of Write Tribe’s Festival of Words and today’s challenge is to write 55-words fiction)

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