Lynda had been so very lucky that the bruising began to fade in a matter of days. The car had saved her everyone said. It had lived up to its reputation and what a blessing everyone close to Lynda informed her that was. Even those who only knew of Lynda joined in this wholehearted respect in the face of this near death experience, an experience which had made her stronger of course and yet circumspect too. How brightly one must smile each day she acknowledged to those women at the gate. Tony even promised to buy her another car and assured her kindly that she could choose the colour this time. It was the very least he could do to show her how much he valued the safety of his family. Yet for all that, Lynda did not feel safe. The bruise dimmed that was true. But it was clover shaped and meant rather more than anyone knew. It was quite simply a dangerous sign designed for her by forces way beyond the community of Shackleton Close and Thornton’s Bathroom Basics. . Lynda knew this and yet how she knew it was a secret that even she could not guess at- for she was not a woman given to imagination, yet something, and it must be her new imagination told her that something had changed and was changing and looking at the clover bruise just reaffirmed that everything had altered.Nothing could ever be shaped the same way again.
She began with a pair of shoes of course. They were not her shape. They looked geometrically spectacular with their triangular heels and diamond patterning.