W

Wallowing in mud she returns to herself. One day all will end

This area

'This area is reserved for families and diners only'

The sign stares at her face a white shadow crosses her face. Reserved for families and diners. Her glass in the air, she runs away. The others look with curiosity, and return to their conversations. Everybody knows she is a bit difficult as her parents say over and over again. She stands in the corner eating her nails.

 

 

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Woke

She woke up and the world was upside down the river was the sky the sky the river. She thought she was dead and vomited yellow.

 

 

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We don't

We don't know when she is coming back. In the meantime, we dream in yellow.

Count

I count every step. I know it takes fifty three from here to the station. Every day, I plan what I will do once I get up and go.

 

 

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Found

She found the typewriter in a charity shop. At home, she put it on her breakfast table and spoke about her plants waiting for her in the old house, wilting and dying under the luminous sky. She kept saying there is no shelter.

 

 

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Noon

Noon.

 The food burns down to a brown sludge. 

The windows open a gentle breeze, she weeps on the couch.