She'd raced out of there before life could get even weirder. This wasn't normal. Outside on the street, everything was quiet. In the background Cynthia could hear the creech of car tyres, a squawking of a bird, and muffled, angry footsteps; but, for once, they didn't concern her.
A great weight lifted off from Cynthia's shoulders and she felt... well... free.
As free as you can be when you've been plastered all over the newspapers and had to go save a friend.
But yes: free.
Free to walk down the street; free to buy coffee in a shop; free to catch a train wherever and whenever she liked!
Hang on!
Where the hell was she getting this ridiculous notion?!
She hadn't actually been officially pardoned or any thing like that. Life had just been a bit more lenient on her, that's all.
Then cynicism kicked back in.
What if she had been?
What if Marc had snitched?
What if they had found the sender?
YOU ARE READING
Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
