By Ciaran Howley (2017)
Christine watched the birds eagerly gather underneath the rock she sat in sat on in solitude. She scatted the seedlings in a ubiquitous direction and watched them dive with the flick of her wrist.
She wanted to try and talk to them but they’d desert her in fear. Christine found them so elegant and graceful – unlike her.
The girls at school had made it their mission to remind her of her uncombed hair, her chunky thighs, and ugly pot belly that inconspicuously poked out from beneath her school uniform.