One hundred and twenty two

Fiona.

As I walk past, I see familiar faces and they are all staring back at me. They all look at me as if they can tell that I am through hell and back. At every point, there are intruders who are in the space and they look as if I make any move they will erupt and cut me off.

I see a little kid playing and as he plays around, his ball rolls to my feet. I pick up the ball and walk up to the little kid. I give it to him and pat his hair. When I pass the ball to him, he slips a paper into my hands and I almost want to check what it is but he stops me.

The little boy stares so deeply into my eyes and I can tell that he doesn’t want me to open it yet. He squeezes it into my hands and runs along. I look at it and it is a paper which I keep at the side of my bra. I immediately head back into my room and I take out the paper the moment the door is shut.

I read the content in the paper and it is as follows.

“It’s me Irish…Cult is alive.” He is sick. The cursed knife really poisoned him but