Red Cardigan
Evie walks briskly through a draughty corridor leading to the school
office….Shivering, she pulls her cardigan around her chest. The
cardigan is crimson red and made from the softest wool. Her dad brought
it back from Adelaide last week. He'd picked it up at a vintage store
near where he'd stayed. Impulse buying he'd grinned. Evie never lets
on, but she understands why he spoils her. It helps relieve his guilt"
Nothing has been the same since that unsettling afternoon in art class. The afternoon when the world was turned upside down and Evie realized her fears were real. Evie can't explain why she drew a picture of her classmate's dead brother. She can't explain how she knew what he looked like and how he died. She only knows she feels terrified and confused. She wonders "Who am I? What am I?"
Nothing has been the same since that unsettling afternoon in art class. The afternoon when the world was turned upside down and Evie realized her fears were real. Evie can't explain why she drew a picture of her classmate's dead brother. She can't explain how she knew what he looked like and how he died. She only knows she feels terrified and confused. She wonders "Who am I? What am I?"
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