Victoria Williams: 0157

There was a girl who went to the city. She came to be happy, or anyway she thought so, but wasn’t really sure. She just knew that other areas of her life had begun to deteriorate which was interesting. But anyway the city was kind of damp, brown and grey. Everywhere there was grass it had been trodden down into mud, and she understood this. She felt at home underfoot and thus protected the library mice when she found them and helped them to evade capture. She too feared the pest control; the health department. “I just want to live but I am making others unhealthy?”