Yesterday, she looked into the mirror and her own eyes had looked back and her own lips had smiled.
She had gone to the shops, that was all, to the shops to buy a new pair of trainers. The explosion had happened as she was trying them on and she had just run, still wearing them.
Run, as it rained blood.
In the edge of her vision she still saw the red, like a mist and the severed hand clutching at nothing. In her ears the screams still echoed.
Today, she looked into the mirror and she saw another person.
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