Which path to commit to without regret. She looked at the bank on the other side – now with added bookshelves,
but still with the large silhouette of a sycamore tree leaning over the water like a worried parent,
the wind shushing through its leaves. “But you did commit,” said Mrs Elm, evidently having heard Nora’s thoughts. “And you survived.”
Someone Else’s Dream
“Life is always an act,” Mrs Elm said, as they watched her brother being pulled back from the water’s edge by his friends.
As he then watched a girl whose name she’d long forgotten make an emergency call.
“And you acted when it counted. You swam to that bank. You clawed yourself out.
You coughed your guts out and had hypothermia but you crossed the river, against incredible odds. You found something inside you.”
“Yes. Bacteria. I was ill for weeks. I swallowed so much of that shitty water.”
“But you lived. You had hope.” “Yeah, well, I was losing it by the day.”
She stared down, to see the grass shrink back into the stone, and looked back to catch the last sight of the water before it shimmered away,
and the sycamore tree dissolved into air along with her brother and his friends and her own young self.
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