Looking down and staring at her hands, a spark of reality hit her. Memory is such a key gift and losing it is losing everything you are and ever was. A gentle breeze filled the almost warm air although loose cloud hung above the treetops. She hoped the rain didn’t fall before she got home. Every breath was heavy and thinking was tiring. Another day passed by.
Lena wasn’t very old, probably only a teenager, but you can’t escape your fate once it’s been decided. If you take an extra step backwards you’re likely to fall and that’s exactly what happened. Falling seems like such a sweet reality. Through the clouds. Through the leaves. Through the water until you hit a hard end and your time is up. No more falling. Not now. Not ever. If you fall hard enough there’s no chance to pick yourself up. Reality is cruel but imagination is crueller. Lena discovered almost everything the hard way however, she did find a way to pick herself up. After the falling something caught her just before she hit the end of the tunnel and called her back up into the open. Like a wave, her memories crashed down hard on her then retreated. Sometimes they wash over her but evaporate as quickly as they came.
