She breathes. The icy taste of hurt laces her lips, frozen fear peaks out from the doorstep.
They talked about this time. They longed for this time. She was scared of time. But as her foot
reached, eyes peaked, doors creaked, she realised there was no turning back now. Ignoring mothers
calls to wear shoes she felt the heaviness of her heart drop to her toes and weigh her foot to the
ground.
She hesitates, feeling apprehensive of what she is about to embark on. What used to be a tedious
and natural occurrence had now become one of her sweet memories, locked in the time capsule in
her brain. Yet this memory begged to be reopened, and now was the chance. The sundial of freedom
glowed, she must bask in it now, for this little infinity between 4:06 and 4:07 would never occur
again.
Raw, cold, rugged.
Her dimples are forced to form by the sharp corners of her lips.
Just how she likes it.
The collision of skin and cobblestone was only confirmation that this was right, this was here, and
yes, it was only a matter of moments before her second foot was compelled to share in this moment.
Calling her, the summer breeze pulls her onto the grass, and with every step daisies blossom and
bloom under her feet, feeling for the first time, calling to be linked in a chain. A flow of dandelion
wishes dance past her, twirling, swirling, igniting the wishes of those made long ago: the little fairies
of the daytime. With the air compelling her body, and mother nature holding her hand she ran
towards the streets, and for once bathed in the sound of modern human life. Car horns beeping,
traffic increasing, children crying.
Life was the same old, but she was not the same. The world would never be the same.
Renewed.
Words By: Anna Duffell