Flick could be me, she could be you. She could be anyone. She could have lived and died without a trace. Or she could just be... 'The One'.
Flick's life was shattered when her Mum disappeared 11 years ago. Now she seems to have lost her mind in the search for her, for the Truth...for THE Absolute Truth.
Has Flick stumbled on the truth of existence? And if so, what is she going to do about it? More
I have succeeded in one thing at least. I have secured myself entry to whatever they want to call it these days; the nuthouse, the asylum, the treatment centre, the house in the hills. The destination that nobody wants to go to and that certainly no one ever speaks of having been.
I am being sectioned into The Crossroads
“Flick, do you want to really know what I think? I think you are telling the truth! I think you are right. I think if you could see more, you could work it all out. That life is nothing what we think it is. And what I really think is that perhaps, you are the bloodline. The fractal; like veins, roots and branches of trees, heart beats. For what ever reason...Flick, I think you may be The Holy Grail.”