The Jealous Monger
There's a tale that sweeps through Amy's heart; dragging the bitter, heavy memories and spreading them hopelessly across the path she walks. It is the tale of friendship masked as diamonds but when unveiled, reveals a dull, crooked, rough metal which leaves a foul stench that reeks of jealousy, envy, hatred, competition and lies. Amy has stood in the mirror on countless occasions speaking to her counter figure and wondering what about her attracts such sinister behaviour. How could she have missed those red flags for so long? And there, as she stands, battered and tired, Amy slowly recounts the tale, for it is only by doing this, can she heal. So the tale begins.................... They were both 15 years old, preparing for their final exams to exit high school. Afternoon stress relievers in the form of netball games got them sharing their hopes and plans and their excitement towards the future. "I bet I'll do better than you," she said one afternoon, to which Amy...