I saw her again. The young one, I mean. You’d never guess. Striding along the evening path, on some normal journey like going home from work or college as if there were nothing hidden inside at all. 

Like most of us, I suppose, feeling where our edges touch the rest of the world and making sure they’re safe. I expect her mum looks normal too today. And that kind young man. I wonder whether he does that sort of thing all the time. Though that’s not normal. Not at all. Really shook me, that, like some angel visiting earth for a short while.