I wake up to a sunny, calm day. The window sparkles occasionally, and the glass shimmers.
Sometimes, I go down the hill to the city. And today, I did just that.
The wind helps me with going down the hill. The sun shines in an uncomfortably hot way as I trudge across a patch of rocks.
As I come to a forest of trees, I blink at the green everywhere. Not sure what to do, I follow my instincts, which leads me towards a clear patch of grass in the middle of this land of greenery. I find a fallen tree, and make my makeshift bench.
The wood is rough, I observe as I sit down. Butterflies flitter near to the ground, and -
Suddenly, I hear soft footsteps. Turning and picking up my woven basket, I hasten to sneak out, but the figure of a human blocks my way.
An arm places itself on my shoulder. "Sit down," says a young ladylike voice.
I turn back, but not after taking a peek at the girl's face. My heart calms down as I see that it is a normal human.
I sit back on the log. The girl bustles around, plucking berries and taking water from a little trickle flowing down the hill.
I tremble as she takes out a makeshift table and places the berries on it. Who knows? There might be poison in it...
She sits down next to me. "You are Mrs. Weatherington, I presume?" she says softly.
The smooth, pretty voice which matches her face reminds me of my long-lost granddaughter. I turn away from her and wipe a tear from my face.
The girl slowly reaches out a hand. "Granny?" she whispers, taking my aged, wrinkled hand in hers. "I'm Kate Weatherington."
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Hope
General FictionI don't want to give up. My soul's still struggling. But my body, my weak, thin body, is holding me back from believing. Believing that I'm me, and no one can change it.
