Not today

There will come a day when the splinters will be a part of her unconscious existence. We shall call them memories.

Until then, there will be work, students, her origin and axes. Her escape. Blue mountains and tall trees. Look up, see how dwarfed your pain feels?

She had a bright scarf around her neck. What was she hiding? Who could she fool?

"Are you ok, professor?"
"Sure, why do you ask, Alex?"

Run you stupid fool! Run for cover, for rain is on its way.

She'll be safe once she enters the car...take the long crowded route home, there is no hurry, just be one with the car, following along in a dazed stupor. No mind, no thought, no thought, no pain.