She had got away.
This was her life now. This was her new life. Away from him; away from them; away from everybody, all the people she had ever known. She’d been lucky to get work in the old lady’s flower shop. She knows it was a matter of timing. The week before, her predecessor was caught with her hand in the till and got fired. That, and the fact that the old girl took a liking to her. There was no way she’d be anything but grateful. It was her salvation. Getting work so quickly. Being able to pay the rent weekly, eating regularly, and best of all, staying under the radar.
At the end of the day, she walked home from the shop. She’d brought her laptop with her. Internet and games only. No more emails. No more Facebook. They played no part in her new life. When she got in she heated a frozen dinner. She sat to eat it at the small table in the small kitchen. Then she cleared away and boiled a kettle.
It was time to break the rule. Time to allow herself a tiny connection amid all those she had cut. The one link to all that she had left behind. The one and only link to the past. She made herself a cup of coffee.
She sat quietly sipping it from her favourite mug.
