91: Tjalfe and Lefu

 *Soleil*

 I have only just stepped onto the bike trail along the main road when the last buzz leaves me. Now when I no longer have Siri’s comforting mental blanket wrapped around me the repressed feelings start to lash at me like a whip. I stagger into a bus stop, and slump down on the bench. It is impossible to keep a single thought. Guilt, impotence and disgust fighting to take me over, until they form a United front against me, like a big flashing neon sign; It is all Sol’s fault.

 The bus stop starts shaking around me and I have to grab the bench so I don't slip to the ground. Earthquake ? In London ? Scared out of my mind I look at the road where a car drives by, not affected by the shaking at all. I lift a hand to brush my hair behind my ear and realise it isn’t the ground shaking. It is me. I