They looked at her with fear and pity, the ones that knew. But didn’t everyone know? Everyone in the neighborhood certainly did, but she was sure the whole city recognized her. It had been in the papers and on the news for what seemed like years, her picture plastered everywhere.
But she didn’t hide. She didn’t move. As soon as she healed, she went back to her life, picking up where she left off.
She went back to work. She shopped for groceries. She went to the bars, refusing to avoid the one with the bad memories attached to it. She stopped at the coffee shop and wandered through the bookstore. She ate popcorn at the movies and giggled with girlfriends over dinner at restaurants.
But it felt as though her life still wasn’t being lived. It was hanging in a suspended animation of sorts even though it had been YEARS since it’d happened. She had insisted on staying in town and it was like that stopped the whole process of moving on right in its tracks. Because everywhere she went, people stared. She’d managed to move on, she’d come to terms with it, she’d gotten used to it, but they hadn’t.
This is a super short story, but there’s still plenty left to read. Stop by the Storytime Jukebox and drop in some coin.