I Am Not Some One You Need to Run From, Was I?

The state had come round asking questions. The lady in charge said, i wasn't some one sent from the state,. Oh, god, no, i said, i am not a threat. A month passed and then another. My body had become whittled with all the running. I just sat in the chilly, bright mornings drinking my tea and listening to the low song inside the trunk. Some days griselda joined me and told impossible stories from her life. Other days she would leave a gift on my doorstep, a bottle of hot sauce, an expensive face cream barely used. For this, i still cannot forgive myself.