Rebirth
A girl looks out her window, blonde ponytail swinging after her, landing at the nape of her neck.
Fragmented
That’s not right either. The blonde girl swings her legs over the worn leather saddle. She has tied daisies everywhere; they are wedged in her boots and peak out, a crown dances around the rim of her cherry cowboy hat. They hang from the saddle horn over the pommel, she is careful not to press her feet over the petals […]
Take me instead
‘Lola? Lola, wake up.’ Smaller hands shake her awake, nails in blue and lilac, alternating each other. ‘Lola!’ She finally awakes with a jolt. A mini copy of her stands by the bend, dim rays casting her hair in a bronze hue. ‘Lucie?’ Her hair tied in pigtails, cherry red strokes running through alternating strands. Light peaks through the wooden […]
Muddled up
What do we know? What do we know? That the moment Lola Dunne leaves her house she’s done for, disaster strikes. But how? Someone picks her up, we don’t know who. The same elements are repeated, the colours, the scents, but we can’t seem to put them in order. How could this be happening? How could we get this wrong? […]
The end of the world in a few hours
The phone rings. It’s simple, white; she painted daisies over it a couple of years ago, the cord wrapped around a pair of sunglasses. The alarm clock next to it switches to 17:00. ‘Hello?’ ‘Lola?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘It’s me, Joanie. I’m coming to get you, pack a bag.’ ‘What’s going on?’ ‘I’ll explain once I get there. But it’s real bad, […]
Were you supposed to die tonight?
She opens her eyes, darting to the alarm clock by her bed. 17:00 Had she fallen asleep? She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken an afternoon nap. A round bed, lilac comforter, white pillows, where is her hairband? The alarm clock now says 17:01, a half-drunk can of Cherry Coke. Someone honks. A few seconds pass, the sunrays […]
Interlude
Is this really what happened? Maybe, maybe not. Does it really matter? Memories are fleeting things, always blooming into something different every time you revisit them. Let’s try again, differently. As you wish.
Chevrolet
A girl looks out her window, blonde ponytail swinging after her, landing at the nape of her neck. There’s a Chevrolet parked beneath, 1950s. Arms are raised to shield her eyes from the glare of the shiny metal, the same colour as her cherry lipstick. She didn’t even know those kinds of cars still existed. Another girl, one of many, […]