Veiled
“A breath of a voice floats past, barely audible, like it’s more of a memory than anything.
I groan, my eyes too heavy to open and try and take stock of where I am, how I got here. My memory jogs and then stutters and I come up with nothing except the here and now: my cheek pressed against cold, hard ground, with dampness seeping in my clothes, going straight into my bones.
“Ada, come find me.”
The voice again. My mother’s. Here but not here.
Somehow I open my eyes and am faced w...ith a grey world. I’m face down on frosted grass, sprawled against unyielding earth. Slowly I raise my head.
And I see her.
She’s standing a few yards away, her back to me. We’re on the island again, this place that only seems to exist in my dreams, only now it’s not an open space overlooking the sea, we’re in frozen woods of birch and hemlock. On the other side of my mother is a large, dark pond, a layer of thin ice stretched across like a spider web.MoreLess
I groan, my eyes too heavy to open and try and take stock of where I am, how I got here. My memory jogs and then stutters and I come up with nothing except the here and now: my cheek pressed against cold, hard ground, with dampness seeping in my clothes, going straight into my bones.
“Ada, come find me.”
The voice again. My mother’s. Here but not here.
Somehow I open my eyes and am faced w...ith a grey world. I’m face down on frosted grass, sprawled against unyielding earth. Slowly I raise my head.
And I see her.
She’s standing a few yards away, her back to me. We’re on the island again, this place that only seems to exist in my dreams, only now it’s not an open space overlooking the sea, we’re in frozen woods of birch and hemlock. On the other side of my mother is a large, dark pond, a layer of thin ice stretched across like a spider web.MoreLess
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