Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
The Birthday LlamaI strung up the lights, twisting them ever so carefully around the brightly colored streamers. This party of one was the most I would get, this birthday. I adjusted the last bow, putting it on the llama plush I'd kept with me for so long. This plush doll had seen me though good times and bad times since my sister gave it to me on my seventh birthday. I am now eighty seven. The llama's wooly fur, once soft and velvety, now was stained and course with use. It was coming apart at the seams, and it was only a matter of time before it lost an eye.The Birthday Llama4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
But despite everything, it stayed with me, always by my side.
Friends had come and gone in the past. They promised me they'd always be there for me, assured me they'd never leave me. But they always did. One day.
And then again I was alone. Family died, one by one. My last friend, gone four months and a day ago. The night is as dark as the future I know is so close at hand.
I grasp the doll, and sit in the rocking chair to the side.
And say goodby