she.
she ran through that same cornfield, the same one she'd run through a million times in her dreams. pastel blue clear skies blanketed the field for what seemed like forever and ever.
her heart began thumping and thumping as she reached the end of the field. in her dreams she kept seeing her, the little girl, sitting at the edge of the never ending rows of corn.
the little girl would smile, and tilt her head to one side as though she had a secret. as though there was a part of her hidden away, waiting. waiting for someone to unlock it.
time and time again she asked the little girl who she was, where she came from. but a reply was something she never got. just silence.
as she broke through the last row of corn, she saw the same little girl sitting in the same place.
she walked up to the little girl, sat down, and began.
"you're in my dreams. you mean something to me, what do you mean?"
silence was her answer.
"who are you?"
and then, an answer came.
"i am nothing more than a stranger, nothing more than someone you pass on your way home. i have a life, i have a family but it wouldn't matter. it wouldn't matter to you or anyone you know. but it matters to me, it matters to those who love me and those who once did. i can be a figment of your imagination or i can be someone, something real. but remember, i am nothing more than a stranger, nothing more than someone you pass on your way home."
how little do we know about people? how little do we really understand about them?
how much do we judge them? how much do we assume about them?
everyone has a story, everyone has a past.
some of us just choose to let it be.
Short story by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-03-23 at 14:03
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