What is time without sunlight?
How I hunger for something more.
"Show me the world," I beg.
"This is it. This is all. The world is dirty, dark, sad."
But I remember... Blue skies. Bird songs. Fragrant flowers. The smell of rain. Buds on trees. Soft green grass. The warmth of the sun. Or was that all a dream?
Tweet. Tweet. Tweet. A call from up above. And so I look up, past the bones, past the rot, past the decay, to something...something blue.
Reaching, stretching, jumping, I wrap a hand around a root and pull. I reach even higher and wrap my other hand around a branch and pull. Up, up, up. Soon I'll be free.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I feel a hand around my ankle. "You can't leave me." He drags me down back into his pit. "It isn't safe up there." He cuts off one of my arms. "This is where you belong." He cuts off the other. "This is all."
Now I'm trapped. Though I try, I can't get away. This pit is my only world.
But...but blue skies, green grass, flowers, sunshine, rain, they come to me in my dreams. I live in my imagination. And I am free.
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A New Reality (short story)
What's it like to be the mother of a child with dyslexia?
I don't know. I've never been a mother. But I have imagined the feeling in this short story.
Sharing my author journey...
Imagine if you were a lump of dough cradled in a loaf pan, under a heated towel--cozy and warm. But then...but then you begin to rise. You're growing bigger than you ever imagined. You know that weird and wild feeling? I think I'm beginning to understand it.