Courage in the Courtyard (Ethel's version)

She bullied me for years and, to this day shows up in my dreams from time to time. It seemed that tonight was one of those times. I guess it’s a sign of how far I’ve come that she no longer makes a nightmare: I know her wrath cannot hurt me any more.

She was standing in front of me, in the courtyard of a strange, old building I’d never seen before. She held Jazzi, my little kid sister, tightly by the wrist. Wet-faced and wailing, Jazzi thrashed and struggled but simply could not break the grasp of the older girl. Fuelled by rage, however, I could.

I grabbed Jazzi and we ran through a crumbling doorway into the unfamiliar corridors beyond, turning randomly to confuse the pursuit, we found ourselves quite at a loss as to how to return to where we’d started or, indeed, find where we had originally been heading. It’s possible they were the same place.

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