CHAPTER 4
At that precise moment a ragged, jaded, old woman with a plume of matted white hair clung to a trolley as it careered down a steep hill. She laughed hysterically to herself and the three dolls perched on the wire mesh. Each doll was dressed as an angel, each gazed into the distance with their empty, twisted, doll eyes. Onlookers glared at the woman, was she insane?
“You haven’t seen me, you’ll forget… I forgot... So will you.” The old woman didn’t care; the time had come, she had been called. She had a role to play and it was the most important one-this time. She just wished she knew the source of the knowledge. Whenever it was time a letter landed on her doorstep calling her to action. “This is my role- I will find out my history soon, very soon... I will remember, it promised,” she muttered.
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