Going, going…

Posted on 02/08/2011


What had she done?

With chalk white knuckles, Muriel clung onto the steering wheel like she was on a rollercoaster ride about to take an untoward bend. She was hurtling off the rails with alarming speed. A ripple of panic lasered through her core, slicing her in half. Lily and Beth. Her girls, her brood. Would they ever understand? Would they remember all this?

She flicked the radio on; a summery lilt filled the car like toxic smoke. Evocative of happier times, it intensified her desperation. Her life, as she knew it, was history. A mummy in the past tense only.

What had Muriel done?