Maybe she had known about the curse since she was born. Maybe her mind was just concealing her fate to give her a few happy and peaceful years. But doom was always close at hand. When she heard the song on the radio, the world started spinning and she suddenly understood. She could hide but she could not run. Why not face the danger. Make some pretence at bravery. It would be more dignified. A chance to be remembered as a hero and not a coward.
It was four o’ clock in the morning, she slipped out of bed; tiptoed to the kitchen cupboard where she had hidden her backpack. Her husband slept like a baby; didn’t notice half his life walked out the front door never to return.
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