Car CrashAunt Anas words had invariably coloured her judgement on the place, she thought.Eva clicked gears and shifted on the seat of her bike as she sped down the hill towards the small town centre. After being liberated from the Academy shed headed straight for the museum on the edge of a small town, where she could at least get some peace. It was quiet in Whittleby, more a village than a town, surrounded by looming hills and dipping valleys. Black hair flailing wildly behind her, like a flag caught in the wind, Eva increased her speed, letting her skin soak up the suns rays, which beat down on her in the mid-morning light. She decided, tossing her head carelessly, shed study her plants again, noting them carefully. And shed dream of Brazil.She contemplated her last conversation with her Aunt. She had unwittingly shared her desire to visit Brazil, and see what she had dreamed of violently f
Braving ParanoiaThis is painful.I shuffle down the brightly lit aisle, lights glaring on my face, blinding me. I dont want to do this, I dont like it, I hate it, I cant getting ahead of myself.I must keep calm.My knuckles are white on the trolley handle; Im gripping so hard, I cant feel them. I begin to tremble. He was too young.Are people staring? Paranoia claws at my head, and I instinctively hunch my shoulders and lower my head, as if I am ashamed. Am I? It was not my fault, I know, but visions of that car slamming into him
my lip trembles and I try desperately to focus on something else. I look at the floor. My fingers grip the trolley again and the grey speckles upon the floor tiles swim before my eyes.Only a little boy.Its the first time Ive left the house since
it happened. Im still not sure that was such a good idea.