Under the Microscope
va dabbed the corners of her eyes with a tissue, as tears mixed with mascara slipped under her Ray-Bans; tramlines ran down her baby-faced cheeks. She pushed the sunglasses up her nose, flicked a stray lock of blonde hair out of her eyeline and pressed the accellerator pedal to increase the speed of her Porsche Carrera. Ava watched the speedo hit 70MPH and felt the cooling breeze through the open window. She sang along with Sandy Denny as her vocals caroused from the CD speakers. One Angel reminded her of another two; taken too soon – her Mother and Grandmother. Ava blubbed the half forgotten lyrics to “Who Knows Sandy’s voice unrivalled, the purity of her grace notes sublime: her vocals soared, flawless; she asked the unanswerable question? Ava had another question in mind. Why had Xavier come back?
