Wednesday, 20 April 2011

The Morning After

Samantha awoke; dazed, nauseated, she scrambled upright and teetered towards the bathroom; blue robe tightly drawn, it hurt, she pulled the sash harshly, it made her feel more alive. Looking up her face in the mirror was all twisted and haggard; the grey lines no longer hidden by her thick neat make-up. Quickly she looked away; ashamed.

She gripped the sink and shuddered as memories cascaded through her mind. Running away, fearful, the crash, the ambulance, the hospital, no one visiting, returning alone in a taxi to a cold empty house. It had all been a terrible, sickening, dream.

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