He blinked.
She suddenly felt very strange. The rock was still cradled in her hand, but had she always been wearing black fishnet gloves?
Reaching into her red patent leather purse, she pulled out her compact and stared hard into it for a couple of seconds. Something was very wrong. She was still herself but at the same time seemed to be a complete stranger.
Even though she clearly remembered carefully doing her thick black eye makeup and setting her hair into the slick 1950's do that very morning, it was as though everything had altered in some way she couldn't quite put her finger on.
It had to be the wish. She'd been SO careless! Something had changed and she had no idea what.
Her phone burst into life with the chorus of the Cures 'Love cats'.
"Zoe?" she answered with out thinking.
"Hey sis!" Zoe sounded excited. "Did Mum tell you about the tree yet?"
'Sis.'
Something about that seemed very wrong. There was a bench nearby and she hurried over to it and sat, gathering her vintage 50's dress around her silk stockinged legs. It rustled, taunting her with it's strange familiarity. The silk black corset was making it very hard to breathe all of a sudden.
As if through a haze she became aware that Zoe's voice was yammering in the background. "Mallory? Mal? are you there?"
