Letters from beyond our realm

Lea Sanchez

You could remember this day like it had just happened an hour ago. You sat on your bed, ill with fever. The walls were a bright pink and a picture from your sixth birthday was hanging on the wall. A maid came in to turn on your TV, and then left in a hurry. A news report played, and a picture of a girl was shown near the familiar news reporter. Her hair was black, and her skin dark. She wore a school's uniform and carried a small purse. You thought of her being your friend, then you fell asleep.

Of course you remember that day.

You found her, a week later.
A note was kept next to her body, weighed down by a rock. You kept that note, for 8 years. You read it over and over again. Your situation was similar to hers now. Those pink walls and rocking horses feel like a far away dream.

I'll sleep in that river too, and take her place; on the little tv in another 7 year old's home.