Nora's trial

A form of woman stepped out of the forest and focused on the house.

- Mom? - Nora whispered in amazement and instinctively headed towards her, but a hand stopped her.

- Wait a minute - Gabriela whispered. Maybe her body moved as always - slowly and measuredly. She was wearing her regular jeans and a tight blouse. She had started dressing like this a few years ago in search of the next man and the next cup. She was one step above a prostitute because in most cases she slept with men for company, not for a treat. Her hair was bleached in strands, and her feet were shod in a cheap version of trendy shoes. She was moving slowly as if she were tired or injured, and a slight whimper could be heard from her. She had just crossed halfway across the meadow when her body was pushed back by an invisible force and sent several meters back.