No amount of expertly choreographed PR could prevail, in the end, against Armageddon. It strolled over the barricades and took its pleasure.
Melanie thinks: when your dreams come true, your true has moved. You've already stopped being the person who had the dreams, so it feels more like a weird echo of something that already happened to you a long time ago.
Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers.
Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep.
In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel
A big refugee camp governed by real terror and artificially pumped-up optimism - like the bastard child of Butlins and Colditz.
She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.