A Step Forward
Maria considered the storm clouds occluding the southern sun. She could not obliterate what had happened to her before, but she was dead set on changing her course forward, despite returning to her home town.
She swallowed her pills. She set her daily course. She wandered about the ghosts of the past. Her old haunts. The old taunts. The old bloodstains brown with age. The abandoned lots where her homes once stood. There was endless detritus to consider and quickly move out of mind.
It was a shaky first step, but it was auspicious as it was a step forward out of her past.
“I have rain in my eyes and can no longer see. My eyelids are now umbrellas.”
— Victoria Chang / Dear Memory