Where had the time gone?
She was once a vibrant, young woman. Wasn't she?
That's how she remembered it.
She had felt that way once. Or had she?
That was long ago in the life of another girl.
That girl was strong. That girl was fierce.
She didn't know this woman. This woman sat in the kitchen pitting cherries for a pie that she would never make.
This woman wore aprons and peeled potatoes.
That girl would be horrified. She ran down the street full speed in search of a dream.
Instead she slammed into him.
Now she sits
5 a.m. in the kitchen
Cows lowing in the barn.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.