Scar Tissue

Neera sighed. The last year had left her with scars. Wounds that may never heal.

“A man in a metal mask came after me,” Neera said.

“Metal mask… Greg…” Nadia said weakly. The Iron Warthog. She had defeated him at the circus – leaving him in his own pathetic mess.

Neera raised an eyebrow, “You’ve met him too? And he’s your ex-husband?”

Nadia nodded. Neera raised her hand to slap Nadia, but instead of striking she placed a calm hand on her cheek.

“This world is so fucked up,” Neera said.

They ate their lunch and then strolled through the clinical white mall aimlessly. Eyes on the two foreign beauties.

“I’m so sorry…” Nadia said, “If I never left Greg — Alice would still be alive…”

“He killed Alice?” Neera said, swallowing her anger. She stopped and took a deep breath.

“I haven’t thought of Alice in months… It’s time you let her go too… Alice always wanted to be free – and I believe she is free…”