Thinking about her beautiful face, I skipped along the narrow, winding pathway, but at that moment something startled me. Made me stop in silence, in the middle of the pathway I stood. A scream that was faint and distant but utterly familiar. Immediately I swivelled half a turn and began to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop again. I didn't look back. Because the scream that I heard came from the gorgeous girl that I saw for the first time yesterday. The girl that screamed was Mrs Yellow Rose. As the scream grew louder and louder it ringed through my head like a bell. Nonstop. Finally the cry was loud enough, when I looked round the corner, I saw something that I couldn't un see. Her pale hand scraping vigorously along the wooden cottage door her left hand ripping the primroses from the terracotta pot next to her. As soon as I stopped, watching her in pain, she turned around. Her legs straightened as she wiped the dirt of her dress carelessly. Her head sunk into the deep dark ocean that was her hands. And gradually she trudged past me, her shoulder felt like steel bashed no into me, it was then I assessed the situation and realised that something rather peculiar was going on. "Mrs Yellow Rose" I cried out. I don't know why but I did. Suddenly she stopped in her path and turned to face me, "I didn't want you see me this way but now your involved, I'm terribly sorry, but run if you can, as soon as you can." Crystal tears ran down her cheeks. Pale. Colourless. She looked like a dead corpse. This wasn't the woman I saw earlier, her knees were grazed, her eyes watering, her skin lifeless. I couldn't bare to see her this way so I invited her home.
