I’m staring now… Again. And every time we pass it.
- Alyson.
I hear somebody saying my name, but it’s like listening from under the water. I can’t make my eyes move.
-Al, - somebody catches me by the arm. And I remember now: I’m in a car with my dad in the front seat and my sister Emily right beside me. It was her, who said my name. And now she looks at me with that sympathetic glare of hers:
- Are you all right?
I hear her say the words but they make no sense in my head. I’m here, but my mind is far away. Somehow I manage to nod (she’s been asking the same question every day).
She nods too. I know she’s hurt. I know that it feels like somebody had killed a half of her and then decided to let the other half live. I know, because I feel just the same. But she’s my elder sister, so she has to make it look like everything’s OK. But it’s not. And it’s never going to be.
YOU ARE READING
A drop of water
Science FictionHer mum died in an accident. But nobody seems to care. They live on. Though she cannot forget.
