Staring at the darkness of her eyelids, plays of light start to form and soon, a fragile web of images drowns Emilia.
A dress hanging loosely on a young girl’s body swaying with the breeze. The color?…blank. She hugged her jaded teddy bear tightly seeking protection from its lifeless, defenseless body. The wind wafted. In which direction?…blank. A woman appeared. The color of the eyes, the shape of the nose, the length of the hair?....blank. She gingerly touched the little girl and shoved her hands in her pockets. The little girl tilted her body and let out a scream of joy “Mommy!” The woman hushed her and wrenched her to a hidden area in the street.
“I have to go now honey,” the mother said while trying to draw a smile on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“When will you be back?” The little girl’s eyes sparked with innocence
“I don’t know. But I promise I will” A stream of tears started pouring down the mother’s eyes. She quickly wiped it, smiled, and found herself crying again.
With that, she faded.
She never saw her again. But in her heart, Emilia always knew she will.
The loose end
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