Ava Violet

Daydream Believer

It wasn’t a good day for a crisis. It was cloudy, and the air smelled of rain. Jean’s favourite sort of weather. So she tried to stay calm. Almost there, I’m leaving soon, she thought. Or staying, maybe I should stay. She had been feeling quite despondent towards the idea of leaving her childhood home. She was almost to the point of being maudlin.