The strange clock on the wall had caught her attention.
She knew she was running late and had to get to a meeting but this clock made her lose all track of time.
It reminded her of her mother's kitchen when she was a young girl in the 1970s.
Even though the face was black, all she could see in her mind's eye was the burnt orange bench and the patterned wallpaper in orange and lime green.
All she could think of was how hot the kitchen was in the afternoon, with the tropical sun beaming into the room.