Martina
"Marion," I call her from the entrance of the shop.
"Tell me, dear," she says, coming out of the workshop.
"I'll go out to the park for a moment. I'll be back soon."
"Be careful and don't go too far."
"Don't worry," I smile at her, open the door, put on a wool hat, and walk slowly towards the park.
For a moment, I feel something strange, I look around but find nothing. I continue until I reach the park in front of a river.
There are many tall trees, the air is fresh, and children laugh and shout. I smile as I watch them.
The sound of the water makes me feel good, it's a bit cold, but I feel so much peace.
I sit on one of the wooden benches and lose myself watching the water flow. I caress my stomach, still flat, but my hips are wide. I start thinking about how far all th
