‘... So high. So high that I could almost run my fingers through the cotton clouds that skip between the Cornflower Blue.’ And yet everything is upside-down and speckled with broken glass and blood. “Don’t push no more!” “Billy, don’t push no more!” ‘I squealed as I laughed, and as the old swing creaked and groaned, I wasn’t sure whether I loved, or hated being so high... So... Out of control.’ “Don’t worry honey, we’ll get you out!” ‘Billy was such a gawky kid, with wild, curly ginger hair and freckles across his moony face, but he was kinda cute... As boys go! Mamma stood on the porch, wiping her floury hands upon her pinny. A thin smile played upon her lips. I felt the love in her expression once again. A mothers love, and vice versa. A bond that cannot be broken, merely distilled in time and memory for none to see and feel, but me.’ ‘A voice cried out, “help me.” Was it mine?’ “Your leg is trapped, we’ll have to cut you free.” Running. Faster, faster. “You can’t catch me Billy!” “She ain’t gonna’ make it!” ‘Oh yes I will.’ ‘Hide and seek, my favourite game.’ (Silently deny the pain). ‘Billy will never find me here.’ The barn – The scent of Gasoline – “shh! He’s here.” Billy’s voice, too deep for him – Calling. “Sandra. Sandra. Can you hear me?” “There’s a place that we can go. Hold my hand Sandra. Hold my hand and I will take you there.” ‘Father?’ Is it really you?...But...But you are dead!’ “And so are you, my child...So are you!!” I reached out. So high... So high that we could almost run our fingers through the cotton clouds that skip between the cornflower blue.Birth sign: Gemini
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