An unguarded moment… a lapse in resolve and her past hurtles into view, cartwheeling her into the familiar labrynth of guilt, apprehension… partial regret. It can take days to work through the nightmare, to rationalise, to paper over the images.
Today is different though.
Fluttering chequered tape, police vehicles and the white-suited technicians, that’s what’s different.
The sudden prospect of discovery sparks a frisson of excitement, the possibility of resolution dispelling her torpor.
She pauses by the farm entrance, before driving on, relaxing as the miles accumulate behind her.
He deserved it – she must never forget that.
That’s all that matters.
I love the dynamic application to this photo, which lends drama to even the most ordinary of scenes. Thanks to Rochelle for leading out the Friday Fictioneers come hell or high water… in the UK it’s a mixture of both right now.