Midsummer Night's Drabbles, A
3. The Longest Night
For a while, the thought of forgetting frightens her even more than that of death. Do everything in your power to keep them alive, she has been told, and now she makes the same desperate reach for her dying recollections: fingers against stone, searching for a trace of warmth. Grasping in her mind for a bit of sunshine.
All written 22 June, 2005
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