Afraid

If I could put it into words it might go, she was thinking. Sometimes you can put it into words -almost- and so get rid of it -almost. Sometimes you can tell yourself I’ll admit I was afraid today. I was afraid of the sleek smooth faces, the rat faces, the way they laughed in the cinema. I’m afraid of escalators and dolls’ eyes. But there aren’t any words for this fear.

from Jean Rhys’ story “The Sound of the River”

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