Safety Zone Mirror

Safety Zone Mirror

This is the ice cream parlor's story. Who is eating ice cream in Dublin and crossing the bridge? That woman disappeared. The story's main talker is the 23 years old Galway born woman working at the ice cream parlor across the Millenium Bridge. She saw a girl bought an ice cream while another boy or a woman served her an ice cream while the girl, Shaggy was preparing the change for another customer. And she saw the 8 years age girl skipped out from the location. And her memory increased...

Day 1. I died. It was more like my knowledge gone. I saw a girl. Who was that? That double piggy tail hair blond... no, it was the dirk gray hair. She could be easy going like a bold but the default image searching was worse for the memory tide to rebank. I could see her image at the far away cashier next to the light green top plastic but metal white painted legs table. Yes, it was the squred top one! And the girl was wearing the white and pink dotted pants... no, it was her top with a pink background and white oval or rounded paints. Ah, yes, it was so. She was wearing the white fur top and the pink tight pants. And what was that under? She was...? A white puffy animal face slippers? A totally old or new sneakers? And she died. It was once again in the hospital bed she was rethinking. And she wrote down on a nicely built black hard covered notebook that what she did on the 19th. And the 17th was worth. She could remember drinking her sprit mint tea on a large glass only from the back table watching her friends serving at the counter to the left. What was this image? She now got only the image of the entire restaurant plan. The Bushbii's. It was the name, yes. And the counter to the left? Serving ice creams. Mainly chocolate ones to the high school students. And there is the middle part and that was for the gift wrapping position. And I saw a car accident happened right in front of the bridge... she remembered it as a house. A white house. Somehow. And her view whas white out.

Blank.

There was nothing to remember from that moment. What was that bridge? The white tall...? She imagined the strong earthquake like tunami happened to push up the brige tall so high like a bridge built to be a London Bridge image bypass. And what went wrong in my hand..? She knew she had a dark gray or moss color round thing on her left hand. Ahh, that was the purse. "I owe you something.." There was a dog figure she remembered to her right down. And there was someone wanted to buy for a small skinny Garileo dog from the small burn in Fairview area or to the north. And I remembered what was wrong. The woman... who lost her diamond! The one to bite on the dog. She always said it was the red diamond after wrapping it up with the pink strawberry colored sponge only shared to the favorite dogs outside as the company's policy on the dog friendly customers for 2€ a pile each. It was something of the gellatine and the dog busiket inside. And the stupid dog lost his white dog bone gummi into the sawyer hole next to the door. It rolled in. And I was asked to pay for the revenge... What was that? She was..? There was this white massive spill on the spur. The water up high on top over the ceiling and the window was white up...!!!

I can imagine the drawing. And I did it! It was a simple small 3 year girl's story telling show. A girl figure smiling not yet to be slimmed down to the match stick level drawing sigh. But it was what she remembered. The doctors said. Last time was nothing? A nurse drew a "Say hi!" next to the girl's both hands up figure facing toward the viewer and it was the border line outside or incide of the restaurant and there was the massive spill of the water on the back like a hot spring with a massive gas pressure to push up the water high. It was a bad memory. "Do you remember me?" The doctor asked. A young doctor. He sometimes use the fake beard. "A trick or treat. It was so. I was having fun..." But.... can't remember. Further.

The doctor rolled the wheeled desk chair and told me from showing his chest on the back and its back held with his hands. "Do you know where you were found?" He made a serious face but it was like a joke. "You were on a wheel chair." The doctor confessed that the woman found was on the wheel chair for the disabled and her body was twisterd like some disabilities on her face and the arm movement. Her hair was short and her legs trippled. She had a cross eyes and somehow she had the leg to down bent twice... An accident? One leg had a tire scratch mark on it. It had one hand up like a hysterically clippled woman. She could move only one finger up and her arm up higher or lower from the elbow area. And her face was twisted to make the image of the donkey. Her eyes? "I tossed the girl, yeah!" That was how she pronounced the dead girl.

The girl? Dead. She was found on the river water. Her face was massively damaged from the burn. It could be so. One of the store manager came and noticed her drawing as the final resolution of how the girl was found as smiling. She had no face but a small lines drawn by the concealers as the body shape retrieving. The girl had no fingers. No arms rorm the end of the wrist. Strange. Her legs were intact. Perhaps, she held her hands high and covered her head while there was the several gun shot and wounds happened. There