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My hand trembles as I watch her approach on her daily walk around the park. Her ponytail and tight jeans make her appear to be in her mid-twenties. I shuffle to the middle of the path. To talk to her, I must slow her down. “Do you think it will rain?” She stops and looks at the darkening sky. “I hope so.” She turns to size me up. A balding man of fifty, shaking like a schoolboy about to ask a girl to dance, leaning on an umbrella is all she sees. “I wish I had taken my umbrella.” The threat of rain is the reason I chose this day to speak to her. It would keep the crowds away. “Perhaps we can walk together, in case it rains. That is, if you don't mind an old man slowing you down.” “I'm headed to the top.” This is unexpected. For weeks, I had watched her take the path around the pond, never the one to the lookout. I resolve to see my plan through. “I'm going that way too.” She backs up. “Are you sure? It's a long way up and I’m not planning on returning… soon.” I touch the envelope peeking out of my breast pocket. It’s still there. I return my hand to my side only to find my thumb and index finger have taken it upon themselves to rub each other in circles. “I am. It is the last item on my bucket list.” “You've finished your list?” “After I reach the top, I'll die happy.” I try to make her believe. She smiles as if I was an old friend. “You have made your final... resolution?” I resolved to pop my question and let the chips fall where they may. The chance of hearing the answer I want is slim, but I need to know. “Yes, I have a final resolution and I intend to see it through.” “Me too.” She offers me her arm. “We can go together.” I accept and we begin walking up the hill, arm in arm. I imagine what it would be like to be younger and... ... middle of paper ... ... stop people from falling over the cliff, accidentally or otherwise. She pulls an envelope out of her pocket. “I don’t know why I wrote this, I have no family. Would you like me to put your suicide note by the fence with mine?” My eyes almost pop out of my head. “Suicide note?” “The envelope in your pocket.” My hand trembles taking the envelope out. “No, it’s not a note. It’s a photograph.” “You have a keepsake?” She walks to the edge of the cliff, her foot slips and a stone tumbles over the edge. She recovers and holds out her hand. “Shall we do this together?” “No!” I shuffle over, and show her the picture. “I’ve been wondering if you might be my mother?” A tear rolls down her cheek. “It’s John and me, taken a month before my first death. Where did you get it?” “I found it hidden in my father’s desk when I was five. You’re the woman I’ve dreamt about all my life.”
“Take me to the next town. I don’t care where it is. Just take me there.” The girl whispered, shivering and sopping wet from the rain.
“How am I supposed to know who I had got hitched to, let alone who was dumb enough to pick you two.”
“Just weeping. I can still hear her weeping now sometimes. I know the exact sound of it, like a note you hear or a song that keeps spinning around in your head and you can’t forget it.”
Emma: My family was never perfect grace, we had our issues just as any other family. When my mom was diagnosed with cancer…. *Emma began to cry*
(Silence; then as if struck by a happy thought and relieved to get back to everyday things.)
are headed toward those we love? (Then, she returns to her calm tone when directing the question to Ismene, faces her)
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Well aware of the meaning of is gesture, you nod. Arms linked, you pace yourselves slowly as you walk, bouquet held upright.
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“I feel you, ma” Selena explained, noticing my scared face. “Let’s just hurry up and