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Every Day….chapter one
Every day for the rest of their lives they would remember. The details sometimes became confused, the way memory shifts like the ripples of sand on a beach; by the wind and water. The moments in time that stood still, like Molly’s body resting at the side of the road, and the wait for the ambulance that took enough time for them to know that there would be no need for it when it did get there.
Alice’s scream, the way only a terrified seven year old girl could scream, is what brought her from the kitchen. The run down the driveway to the road measured in desperate steps. Her daughter’s body splayed; bike helmet hooked over the handlebars of the bike that was tossed far from her body. It was what Molly did with the helmet when she peeled it off as soon as she was out of sight of the house; hung it there unused and dangling. Her limbs were posed in unnatural ways; her eyes looked open, her head was bleeding. Her shoes were off and scattered. At first Sheila thought about the favourite hoodie Molly was wearing. Would she be able to get the blood out? The illogical thoughts that competed with the ones that brought truth but were too much to bare.
Life became measured by before and after. “BA” was before the accident.
When an eleven year old with blonde hair and brown eyes lived; danced and rode horses and loved Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, peacocks and sour cream chips…
