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Car

The rain was relentless as I walked this morning. I got drenched, it even came through into my boots. It makes me a little cross. I try to fight it.

I dreamt she was driving us in a car. And some nasty people got in. They kind of wheedled their way in by smooth-talking. I didn’t trust them, she was more accepting. I was in the far back of the car (it must’ve been an estate) and suddenly there were loads of others in there with me. Who are you? I demanded. I started to plan my escape. But if I got out where would I go and would they chase me? I tried to call out to her to stop, to warn her but my voice wouldn’t come. I woke myself up with a strangled cry.

More work has come in just when I planned to work on my own stuff. It’s OK. It’s a gift for I was fretting about where the money was going to come from. I accept it gracefully and thankfully. I will find time for mine. Soon.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.