Car Crash Aunt Ana’s 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 she’d 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 deci
Braving Paranoia This is painful.I shuffle down the brightly lit aisle, lights glaring on my face, blinding me. I don’t want to do this, I don’t like it, I hate it, I can’t – getting ahead of myself.I must keep calm.My knuckles are white on the trolley handle; I’m gripping so hard, I can’t 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
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