Under Pressure

Under Pressure MONDAY An empty emotionless husk, isolated and resident in a foreign country….. The Omron blood pressure meter sat on her desk corner.  A dead eyed silent monster waiting to be activated.  The wall clock ticked away on its relentless march towards the hour of reckoning, strumming her already frayed nerves. Insidious erosive fingers of anxiety crawled up her spine.   She dry swallowed.