A Short Story Of Sorts

Tear drops fall from the eyes. As a wild thought crosses her mind. Strange how it is she feels this way. Not really knowing what has happened.

When she got home and fell on the bed. Wild confusion swirled in her mind. Then the eyes begin to well. Thought after thought the chaos reigns. Now the tears flow more than before.

Into the early evening and finishing that night. She is asleep now, crying herself there.

An image comes to her as she dreams. The image is the form of her cry. She reaches with a trembling hand. Even in her dream she tries to hold the tears back. Speaking a single word in a voice that is quiet but strained. Please. Then adding, come back to me. I need you so, please.

Her face is wet streaked with tears. Even here her confusion reigns.

She is startled from her restless sleep. Her body is cold, her clothes wet. She doesn't understand why she is this way. Only the face she see’s. The one which will not leave her Makes her this way. All she can do is go back to sleep. And she dreams again.

Sheilah Say