She wasn't scared.
She wasn't scared when she first got the letter. "Hi" was his voice. HIM. Alive. It was a ghost, but she wasn't afraid.
She was a brave swimmer. She swam across all sorts of ponds, had been dreaming about swimming across Massachusetts for a while. In fact, she started out doing it from the West, swimming towards Boston, towards the sea. She could think of nothing better than starting at a place like the Mississippi in Minnesota, where you can walk across easily. But she knew that life didn't always flow straight, and that you had to make adjustments. Sometimes you love a man who is dead for 20 years, and then comes back into your life one word at a time.
But then when he began writing to her online, she knew something was strange. The man she knew 20 years ago wouldn't have done that. And certainly, he wouldn't be as eloquent as this writer was.
But she was excited, the kind of thrill you get, strange and sudden, a feeling that is familiar but had been absent. A nightmare strikes you in the middle of the day. After not having any feelings for the longest time, she was drawn in.
She was afraid that her Brother had been put in jail. Something that was her fault. She had been the first to call 911 on him, when he was close to CS. And someone saw them, kissing. Him kissing her, or her kissing him, she couldn't remember. Something innocent. But she was afraid he was jailed for raping her, or worse, yet, killing her.
Basically, I never got scared. Until I realized he had locked me in the trunk.
She wasn't scared when she first got the letter. "Hi" was his voice. HIM. Alive. It was a ghost, but she wasn't afraid.
She was a brave swimmer. She swam across all sorts of ponds, had been dreaming about swimming across Massachusetts for a while. In fact, she started out doing it from the West, swimming towards Boston, towards the sea. She could think of nothing better than starting at a place like the Mississippi in Minnesota, where you can walk across easily. But she knew that life didn't always flow straight, and that you had to make adjustments. Sometimes you love a man who is dead for 20 years, and then comes back into your life one word at a time.
But then when he began writing to her online, she knew something was strange. The man she knew 20 years ago wouldn't have done that. And certainly, he wouldn't be as eloquent as this writer was.
But she was excited, the kind of thrill you get, strange and sudden, a feeling that is familiar but had been absent. A nightmare strikes you in the middle of the day. After not having any feelings for the longest time, she was drawn in.
She was afraid that her Brother had been put in jail. Something that was her fault. She had been the first to call 911 on him, when he was close to CS. And someone saw them, kissing. Him kissing her, or her kissing him, she couldn't remember. Something innocent. But she was afraid he was jailed for raping her, or worse, yet, killing her.
Basically, I never got scared. Until I realized he had locked me in the trunk.
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