AIDAN K. MORRISSEY
A NIght in The Park
Water dripped from the tree. Her eyes now open, Kate could see, even in the dim light, the drops forming. As if in slow motion she watched as they fell towards her forehead, losing sight just before impact. Mesmerised, and in pain, she didn’t move. The pounding in her head couldn’t be any worse, the water made no difference and was oddly fascinating.
‘How did I get here?’ she asked herself. ‘I knew that last jaeger bomb was a mistake.’