There wasn’t much warning. Not much time to prepare. For what, I can’t remember… Cold. Hard. Sharp. Lots of noise and pain. An urgency.
Then I woke up. On a normal street, no people in sight, with a small corner store before me.
It was quaint. A real mom and pop kind of place with the small wooden sign and a jumble of old looking children’s toys outside. There was… a warmth here. Something that pulled me, that made me want to go inside.
I chance a glance around and find the landscape around me isn’t familiar. Not really. It was an old country road, more dirt path than anything. Warm, happy and with a brilliant sun that bore down even though the air was pleasantly tepid. I couldn’t recall how I’d arrived, but my presence felt right. This is where I belonged, where I was meant to be.
There was a chime as I lingered, and I looked to find a woman standing at the door to the shop. She was older, with a soft smile and kind eyes. Her hair was a bushy blue-tinged mess of white and she had on an apron. Grandmotherly to the point it was overwhelming.
“You’re early,” She said her eyes flickering sadly for a moment before returning to their sky-blue sparkle.
“Do you know me?” It was my voice but… the sound didn’t feel right. A tightness seized my throat and I felt stricken.
“Oh, sweetheart don’t talk,” Seeing my distress the woman lifted my chin in hand and looked over my neck. She hummed to herself and gave me another pitying glance. “You’ll be alright. It happens sometimes.” Opening the door, she ushered me forth. “Come on inside. Let’s see what we can do.”Read More