Scared of fading away
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Lenore Bookstore & Cafe
Liza wiped her eyes and checked her face in her compact mirror, making sure that no trace of mascara or eyeliner had dripped during her rant. Liza had been crying for most of the day and part of the night before. She felt so alone and scared, now that the newspapers were reporting more and more attacks and violence. She wasn't scared for herself, but for everyone else. Already that week, she had been visited by three violence victims from other nearby towns and two children who had been placed in foster homes. Liza loved being a therapist, but the pressure of dealing with everyone's pain was starting to get to her.
She had finally uncurled herself from the ball she was in, thrown on some clothes, and gotten out of the apartment. She didn't really know where she was headed at first, just somewhere where she felt safe and at home, and before you knew it she was at a book store. She ran a few shaky fingers through her hair and went inside.
She felt at home the minute she stepped through the doors, the smell of coffee wafted to her nose, and she immediately bought a cup, grateful for the familiar smell. She perused the isles, looking for something interesting to read and finally she did. She bought the book and settled down in a cozy chair, hoping to lose herself in the book.