"To whomever reads,
I started walking around in the kitchen, looking for my car keys, of course, when I briefly forgot where I was and what I was looking for. It scared me to think that I may be starting to show the same symptoms that my sister, Angie, showed not long ago. Dementia is something that I would rather think about having. Old age, that's all it is I'm sure.
April 29th. -present time
Love, Wren Jennings."
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Marina
It hurts. It hurts to love and it hurts to be loved. I will never be able to express to anyone how much it hurts to be reminded of my grandmother. It shouldn't be this way. She was lovely. Life isn't the same without her. I needed her back, and Macy might have been able to help me with that.
"So you think you're ready? We have 29 hours to make this happen," Macy said.
I looked around at the darkness that surrounded me and then turned to Macy, "What other choice do I have."
I grasped Macy's hand and the landscape around me immediately shifted. The darkness faded and a control room began to come into view around me. Macy and I were the only ones in the room. We took a seat near two large television screens that were positioned on the walls of the room. Images of my grandmother flashed across the screen. I saw her sitting in her rocking chair and writing in her journal and looking at the stars from her porch.
"How is this possible?" I muttered.
"There are so many things, my dear Marina, that are possible if you just open your mind and close your eyes,"
YOU ARE READING
What She Left
Science Fiction"I just want you to know that I love you, and that will never change. I just want you to know that even if you don't remember me, I will always remember you." I stood there for a few more minutes looking at her grave, wishing she could actually hear...
