The girls lie on the grass and gaze up at the milk-white clouds in the endless blue sky – they point out shapes they see: a leaping hare, a witch’s hat, a ballet slipper. If they knew of the horrors of tonight, or the savage reality of tomorrow, they would want to pause time, to burrow down into this warm, July afternoon. In this moment, they are young and carefree, their futures as organic and as wild as the meadow around them. And though they don’t yet know it, this is the very last perfect afternoon the sisters will share.
ughhh this makes me kinda sad.... the last delightful, carefree moment before hell on earth sets in. :(
