𝓜𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂

Mon. May 10th -Mon. May 17th prompt

I ran faster than lightning.Faster than light.Faster than the blink of an eye.

There in front of me was a nightmare.Why?I cried.

"Why?" I asked in between my sobbing.

"Don't cry." a voice said.

That voice was my mother's.

"Mother,how?" I questioned wiping my tears.

"Don't ask so many questions." she smiled.

"Will you come back?Sorry that wasn't supposed to be a question." I asked.

She nodded her head in reply.She turned around and smiled before becoming a part of the wind.

Let's write.I hereby declare Bookhowler as a graphic designer.(She asked me.)

Lesson of the story:Don't ask too many questions.Some can't be answered.

fxrelxght 's prompt answer:

Tears pooled in my eyes, and she was no more. 

 Days passed, and I started to doubt our conversation and her appearance as a whole. 

"Am I hallucinating?"

 I finally decided that I was.

 My mother then became no more than a whisper of a thought, tucked away, deep in the crevices of my mind. 

Before today. I climbed the same hill, looked over the same ocean that I was so sure I had seen her. 

 The wind was stronger than it had been that night, And I was too close to the edge. 

I fell.

 Cascading down the side of the wall, I gave in. 

I tucked my entire consciousness into those crevices, And the wind whisked me away. 

But after regaining consciousness, I realized something.

 I wasn't with the wind. 

I am the wind. Just like my mother.