Diana
The remnants of a restless night cling to me like cobwebs. Sleep, when it finally came, offered no escape. The images that replayed were relentless, chasing me until the first sliver of dawn crept through the window. By the time I shower and dress, a knot of dread sits heavily in my stomach.
I need to find a job today. No, I MUST find a job today. There are just no other options for me. The meagre sum in my pocket wouldn’t stretch further than breakfast.
Stepping out into the cool morning air, I take a deep breath. The sky is barely awake and the world is hushed and still.
Calculating the time, the shops should just be opening by the time I make it into town. I think about the gas station with the ‘Help Wanted’ sign that’s looking for a salesperson…
NO.
The thought brings a physical recoil and a surge of nausea that threatens to rise. I will never go back there.
Rubbing my arm against the morning chill, I set off down the road. Before I'd taken five steps, a jolt of icy fear sn
