Lily could hear the women laughing, loud and excited as she came down the corridor.
Tonight was Zenobia’s ‘Hen party’.
Zenie was a popular member of staff and ‘everyone’ was going.
As Lily came out of the building she saw the van drive off, the laughter dissipating in the distance.
Lily stood for about a minute watching the van drive off without her.
No one had invited Lily, in fact Zenie rarely spoke to or at her. It was ridiculous for Lily to have thought she was invited. And as she stood there, voices from her past, images pushed in.
She was not twenty eight but eight.
Eight years old a girl closing a door in her face saying; “No body likes you.”