old wagon, hitting the highway and tracking
him down. Unleashing Enid on him would
give me such satisfaction. She is
unstoppable at times.
head, tipping the cool liquid down my
throat.
Enough is enough. Sometimes you just have
to let it go.
After she has finished with him and he lies
dying in the back of his truck I could appear.
Stand over his choking body and tell him all
about the pain and turmoil he inflicted on
me, all those years ago.
Enid and I could return to the diner, happy
in the knowledge that my agony would be
over. There would no more killing. Enid
would be a changed person. I can almost
imagine it.
“Come on Polly, this has to end” says Enid.
The word ‘end’ reverberates around my
head.
Rising slowly I get to my feet and head out
to the back room.
“Good girl” says Enid.
I stand by the mirror and wait for the change
in waitress.
“This has to end” I murmur to myself.
“Polly what are you doing?” asks Enid.
I can hear sirens wailing in the distance.
They are coming.
“This has to end” I say softly, staring at the
mirror.
“Polly stop this now. Hurry! Come on we
don’t have time…..wait…stop…what are
you doing?” shouts Enid.
“Enid I am strong and you are weak” I say,
grabbling hold of Enid’s little green bottle,
containing the liquid that she has used so
many times on her truckers. Flicking open
the top I put it to my lips and throw back my
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