The Journey
The Journey Beautiful spring sunlight bears down upon the street outside my window, through the trees, and refracting through pink blossoms. My neighbour waves at me as she saunters out for her newspaper, an elderly lady with too-big glasses and a wicked grin. I do not wave back. I feel sick inside, as if the air itself is pressing down upon me, thick and heavy. I want to scream, to vomit, to run, but I know nothing will do any good. Instead, I stare out the window. A gleaming black...