She could feel the
shadow of the colliery hanging over her like bad news from the
doctor. Staring down at the sea-coal underfoot, she felt herself
trampled, taken to an edge, ready to be toppled and trampled, over
and over again.
It was hard to think of something, anything, they could do to her that hadn’t already been done; nothing that could be said that she hadn’t already heard. Whatever happened today, would probably happen again tomorrow.
Everyone thought they knew her, and she smiled at that because not one of them had even come close to even seeing her. She saw lips mouthing whispered shapes, and the murmurs she heard became the waves. She listened for a minute, and began to hum.
Picture: Xusrenu
It was hard to think of something, anything, they could do to her that hadn’t already been done; nothing that could be said that she hadn’t already heard. Whatever happened today, would probably happen again tomorrow.
Everyone thought they knew her, and she smiled at that because not one of them had even come close to even seeing her. She saw lips mouthing whispered shapes, and the murmurs she heard became the waves. She listened for a minute, and began to hum.
Picture: Xusrenu
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