Charlotte
Bright lights, I groan and try to turn away but my body wouldn’t move. I slip under.
Whispered words, a kiss on my forehead then receding footsteps. Darkness.
Someone was yelling. I groan to tell them to stop and I manage to c***k my eyes open. But it is too bright. Then it’s dark again.
Was I dying? I could hear voices but I can’t make sense of the words. Perhaps they were speaking an ancient Celtic language. I would laugh if I could move. I couldn’t move, people were speaking a language I don’t know. That could only mean one thing. I was dead. Oh no. Oh this was bad. I could not be dead. I have so many things to do. I was going to buy Elizabeth a car, and help her put her mark on the world. Then I was going to travel the world learning to cook good food and eating even bett
