bash

There was a feeling of euphoria when she peered through the leaves at the sky. She would come here every day, white dress with red shoes and a sunhat. She would twirl among the greenery exposing swirling eddies of emerald sunlight and she would land with a soft bump onto the grass and

and shatter.

There goes her fantasy world. She was stuck in a situation where her dignity was lying on the floor. She had no where to run. No where to hide. Was it something she did? Was it something she said? Was it that somehow she had intimidated? It was upsetting, but not the point of give up.

One word went through her mind : gack.

Would things work to her advantage soon?