She sighed in exasperation, her red pen flying furiously across the pages, circling an error here, striking through a sentence there.
Sunny rays of laughter distracted her from the task at hand, streaming in from the playground beneath her window.
For a few moments, she entertained the thought of throwing all the papers in the air and watching them come fluttering down around her, like winged angels, settling on the blessed earth.
But, that wasn’t the path she had mapped out for herself.
With another sigh, she returned to the studious monotony that governed her existence, one that settled those gold-rimmed spectacles more firmly on the bridge of her nose.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: MAPS
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