A woman finds herself in a dark room, and begins to uncover deeply buried memories.

Short story. Based on the poem 'confession' by janice windle. I orginally wrote this for an english essay.


3. Glass sand

More images flew across her eyes.


A beach. Running barefoot across the sand. Something alien, warm in her palm. A hand. Rhythmic crashing. She turned to see deep green waves tipped in foam sweeping over the ground near her feet. The noises grew louder as she ran into the sea. Then a high pitched squeal and laughter.


Was it her laughter? Then it was gone as quickly as it came. She shuffled and scraped her shoes across the floor, hoping to pick up grains of sand and to feel ocean spray against her warm legs. But the ground was cold and hard and only stale air surrounded her cold skin.

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