In the fifteen years since her first job, she had achieved not a thing worth of note.

With failed starts queuing up to summarise her career, her grey hair lengthened regardless of a resumé refusing to impress. Promising big breaks all shattered into nothingness.

Day by day, expending labour and expecting nothing, from home to work and back, she walked a routine so plain and black.

Despite income in a steady flow, her dreams towered over unsteady floor. Enough for a living but not so for a life.

She’d failed a thousand times before.

Always willing to try once more.