#strongcst

Ⓢ➑➌-➋ Ξ                   breathing HEAVY. sweat  t r i c k l i n g  down her forehead.                  her arms were raised at about shoulder height,                               palms outward, facing the gigantic metal containers                  that she had been instructed to move. 

                         ( you can do this, sue. just... FOCUS. )

                her eyelashes  f l u t t e r e d  down, shutting her tired eyes as                 she did her BEST to collect her agitated thoughts. chest rising                 one last time before every muscle in her body flexed up &&                  mustered enough STRENGTH to move only three of the seven                 containers. 

                                                    ...fail...

                caramel orbs inspected the three semi-crumpled rectangles                                                              &&                 their superficial scratch marks on the concrete floor below.                 she’d TRY again tomorrow;                                                          she just didn’t have the ENERGY                  necessary for her to do what was asked of her.