I prodded down the dull street, heading to my bus stop. The memory of my dream cemented to my mind and frightened me. She kept telling me that I knew the place. I didn't, of course.
School was just a distraction from my life, from my death that was slowly emerging. I wanted to be distracted, far from thoughts of what life really was.
Maurelle still hadn't made her appearance yet and it was a relief. It was almost a relief, too, that I was to go to a silly depression camp in a few days-in the half term-because I could get distracted there too. But Maurelle would be there. She is always there...meaning, by my side. A swirl of grey flashed in front of me. Maurelle was almost here.
Arriving at the bus stop, a woman-that I often saw-waved at me. Her dog, of a golden brown colour, leaped up, almost knocking me off my feet.
"Woah!" I yelled, embarrassed.
"Honey! Get down! Sorry, dear." The lady smiled. Her grey hair hung over her shoulders, her eyes deep and weak.
"It's fine." I returned her smile. "Umm, have you been here long?" I asked, scanning the street ahead for any signs of a bus.
"No, I just came. Five minutes before you." She answered, fiddling in her long, winter, green coat's pocket. She took out some sort of mint packet and offered me one. Taking one and propping it onto my tongue, the lady began talking again.
"Any plans for half term?" She questioned, croakily.
"Well, I'm...no, not as far as I am concerned." I replied. No matter who she was, I didn't want to spread that I was going to a depression camp.
"I've got to handle my youngest daughter. She's having a baby soon."
Awkwardly, I nodded in return.
"The baby and her will be coming to my house." She added. I felt like she was taking the information too far.
"You may be able to see her if I see you here again." I stopped facing the street and looked at her, curiously.
"No, you will be able to see her." Her voice grew more and more deeper and...scarier.
"Umm.." I started.
"It'll be a sinful baby." I heard her say.
This wasn't a normal thing to say. Until I saw the swirls around her legs, spiralling, beautifully. Grey swirls. Maurelle's work.