She drives through the woods, thoughts of her family on her mind. It has been years since they invited her out with them again. It has been years since the accident. She pulls her mind from the tragedies that took place long ago, in an attempt to keep her hopes up.
She increases her speed and begins to sing. Beautiful tunes begin to sound from inside the rusted vehicle as images of her grandfather walking her through the pinewood behind the small cabin surrounded by greenery come to mind.
She grins at the memory and feels her heavy foot press down further. As the forest thickens she removes her vibrating hand from the steering wheel and rolls down the manual window.
The scent of pine needles and crisp mountain air fill the car. She closes her eyes to take in the enchanting smell.
Images of her grandparents smiling flood her brain again. Greying hair and kind eyes.
She slowly opens her eyes again and inhales abruptly before slamming on the breaks.
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Fractured Thoughts
Короткий рассказ(VERY PROMINENT TRIGGER WARNING. TOPICS DISCUSSED IN HERE COULD POSSIBLY BE VERY TOXIC. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.) From the mass of my brain, things tend to come up from moments of darkness. This brings out the inspiration for writing and therefore, th...
