Isolated, scared, alone. These are the words that come to mind as I stare at Mary-Jane's face. Light bounces off of the droplets cascading down her porcelain cheeks. The funeral was all but empty, Mary-Jane, my father, and I as well as a priest and Lady Fisher from the town's bakery was surrounding the casket as her body was laid to rest. Mary-Jane's Mother, Orabelle, passed only a few days ago from a lifelong sickness that kept her indoors most of her life. Her daughter was a miracle, and now she's left alone in that huge house by the aqueduct.
When I think about my future I think only of where I'm going next. Paris, France? Amsterdam, The Netherlands? Or maybe somewhere closer to home such as New Zealand. Traveling the world is all I've ever considered doing. Full-time job? No thanks. Settled down with a family? Seems a bit too stable.