RP

Miriam was starting to question the wisdom of walking home.  She knew that it was good for her to get the excercise, but, my, she was getting tired.  It would be dark soon and she was only half-way to the library where she both lived and worked.

Deciding she needed a break more than she needed to hurry, Miriam sat down on a bench with a sigh, slipping her shoe off and rubbing her heel.  Her bags lay on the ground beside her.

"You're getting old, Miriam." She told herself with a quiet laugh.