She walks the dark streets with confidence. Her curls bouncing with her steps, purse swinging on her arm.
Then a shadow falls across the pavement. She looks around, suddenly alert. The street is empty, but she feels watched. She hurries on, turns a corner, looks back. Movement in the corner of her eye. Walking faster she reaches her apartment, quickly climbs the stairs to her front door. Turns the key, closes the door and leans against it. Paranoid?
The next morning finds her sprawled on the street, eyes staring empty. Hit by a cab. It was her time after all.
You sit in the window frame, looking out into the dark night, alone and lonely. The cold of the stone tiles you’re sitting on chill you to the bone. But you’re past shivering after at least an hour staring, you don’t feel the cold anymore, just numbness.
The room is just as cold, the bed empty. Looking at the bed increases your loneliness so you stare outside again. So many little lights that an orange glow can be seen above the roof on the horizon. It gives you a weird feeling, unnatural, alien-like. You look at the sky, search for the few stars that are visible this night. Continue reading
E. That’s all I know about myself. The police doesn’t know who I am; no known fingerprints, no criminal record. No DNA in the system. No one reported me missing. All I have is a letter pendant on the necklace I wore.
It’s frustrating. No one missing me? Was I a hermit? Didn’t know anyone? No family, no friends who miss me? What kind of person was I?
E. Like Ella, or Eve, or maybe Ellen, Emma, Elysa? Nothing sounds familiar. Should I start over? Stop trying to figure out the old me, start a new life?
Who am I…
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I feel my consciousness slowly return and with it the pain. My head’s pounding, my back aching. When my eyes flutter open I’m surrounded by people. All standing around me, leaning forward. What the…? I groan, which causes some stirring in the crowd.
“Make way!” A paramedic kneels next to me. “Can you hear me, ma’am?” I nod. His hands move over me, professionally assessing my hurts.
Within moments I’m bundled up onto a stretcher, my neck in a brace. The man keeps talking to me, asking questions. Trying to answer him, I suddenly realise…
Who AM I?!
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Do you know that every time you glance at me it feels like heaven.
Do you know that every time you glance at me I can’t help but smile.
Do you know that every time you glance at me and I smile back your eyes twinkle.
Do you know that every time you glance at me I love you even more.
Do you know that every time you glance at me I want you to love me back.
Do you know that every time you glance at me my heart breaks a little cause I know you’ll never be mine.
I shift, move my head to a more comfortable spot on the cushions of the rocking couch. My eyes stay fixed on the stars above my head. One foot pulled up, the other on the ground to give the swing a push every now and then.
The night is mild, the sky clear, the moonlight gives everything a mysterious radiance. This is the time of day, or rather night, I love the most. All is quiet, the only sound is the shuffling of night creatures in the bushes surrounding the garden. Continue reading
There he is: tall, dark and handsome. Riding his thoroughbred Arabian stallion, jet-black with wavy manes. His smile cheeky and boyish, a naughty glint in his eyes. He is a dream come true, this crown prince.
He sits his horse like a pro, elegant, relax but in control, steering with his knees alone, his hands resting on the pommel. When he spots me, he raises a hand to wave, his smile widening into a grin.
I lift my hand, flick my wrist and… a frog jumps off the horse. That will serve him right, the selfish bastard. Cheating on me…