Ellen could not stay calm as she threw her car out into the road, a speeding ticket seeming a trivial matter. She had to be quick now; weaving through the traffic whilst checking to see if she was being followed. More than this she had to use her head, think as clearly as she had before this stupid loss of judgement.
Maria tilted her head as she looked at the picture; trying to see it as others might. She liked it but felt that a portrait of the neighbour’s cat might have a limited appeal. Anything is better than obsessing about a walking dream, surely? She smiled at the picture. But her thoughts were elsewhere whether she admitted it or not. All thoughts were side-lined as the doorbell rang; again, and again.
Opening the door, she barely had time to register Ellen’s face before the woma
