I am running in the wind up our street turning sharply left my back to the field and the infamous hill…
It’s no use. I see her there black hair flying in the breeze as the foursome whizz down the hill and land in a laughing heap at the bottom. In my mind’s eye I see them all scrambling to their feet Leeba struggling maybe slipping or dusting off her boots and getting to her feet again. Too late. I can hear the screech of collision. Can see the terror in her eyes. The flapping useless motions to get away. And then all is quiet on the hill and my friend my has-been dear childhood friend is struck down her black hair mussed against a face as white as the snow she lies on.
I run further. I am two blocks away but still the images won’t stop coming.
I wasn’t there. I didn’t see it happen. I was in the thicket of trees angry at them all.
