There was the sensation of grass sticking into Evie’s back, sharp, pointy little blades slicing into her clothes. The air was somewhat cold, making Evie feel frozen in place- except for the occasional teeth chattering tremor. A small noise escaped her lips as she struggled into a sitting position, slowly stretching her sore, stiff limbs. Sunlight dappled the ground, painting everything in this dusty town to look, for a moment, beautiful.
Evie was about to stand up when she heard the shrill cry of a baby and the muffled gasp of who she assumed to be its mother. Crawling out from behind the cover of the trees, Evie watched as a man in all black ran up to the woman, grabbing her diaper bag, almost knocking the baby to the ground and then running away. A small crowd of spectators gathered, making sure the woman was alright. Though she assured them she was, I wondered if anyone else noticed the stricken look upon her face. It ran far deeper than what I had just witnessed, in fact, the woman seemed almost zombie-like. She had a dazed look to her eyes- there was no fear, though. Slight annoyance, maybe, but no fear. I watched as she held her child, rocking it slightly, crooning in a low voice.
After the crowd had dissipated, the woman picked up a quick pace, walking in the opposite direction, as if pulled by some urgent, invisible thread.
Evie sat back on her heels and wondered at the woman’s life- at the look in her wide, dark eyes. The image of the beast from the night before flashed before her eyes then. The beast’s look matched the woman’s- Evie realized that the similarity between the two seemed to be a deep loss of something. Reality, maybe? Evie knew she had certainly lost her own since of reality in the past few days.
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