An episode of madness

I stared at Tara in the dress that made her look like a saint, pure light against the darkness of the night.

A round white hat with a black ribbon at the base of it, a white dress with a layered wide skirt, tiny black ribbons running round the hems.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I barked, walking onto the driveway, and she turned around, her dotting eyes the tell-tale sign that madness had seized her again.

Unlike in the past, there were no symptoms of this episode. Still, I should have known.

She balanced her tiny purse around the crook of her elbow, over the elbow-length black gloves she had on, and looking at her, I thought she looked more in style at a horse racing.

Perhaps that is where she spent the day.

“I came to see how you’re doing.” She said gently, and if I didn’t know her, I would have been fooled.

I would have been provoked into doing something as foolish as attacking her. And if I made such a mistake, she would become a real thorn in Olivia’s flesh.

Me hittin