As she filled her mind with little things, small routines and cigarettes, she saw once more what was about to happen. She could prevent everything, of course, but she never had the right. 'If the boomerang is flawless, then it will face no difficulties turning back', right? So she turned to her cigar, threw an empty smile at the crowd and turned back to her routine.
She tripped and almost fell on her bottom because of an empty bottle. She didn't recall buying it so she instantly assumed it was her mother that had brought it in the house.
"Hmm...that is quite peculiar. We are all bottles. At first we're full of ourselves, thinking we have all the time in the world but then something happens. It doesn't matter what. It's either a person drinking our time or a being stepping on us. But the good news is the one drinking us, consuming us, will feel sick afterwards and the one that steps on us will trip and fall eventually. But if they cherished us we would have given them smiles. If they would wait before wanting to drain us, take away our purpose and our weird ways they would see that..."
Nothing is truly important, if you think of it. But at some point, a little girl wished that her boomerang turned back to her and that was all that mattered in that moment.