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Walking Back

Walking back down the long dusty path into an experience of a life time, knowing I can’t go back. I’ve left my world behind me, troubles, truths, love, hates. The only things that accompany me on my way are the memories of all the good and bad things that have happened to me. The only thing that awaits me on the other side is complete paradise.

As the cotton candy clouds of heaven open up for me, only happiness is left by my side. My strawberry body is filled with emotions, and yet still feels empty. I keep on walking, yet something is holding me back, a fear, an uncertainty. What if I don’t belong here? I could be expelled from this place like a rock being thrown into the lazy ocean, lapping at the golden shore.

I remember all the people I have known, all the places I have been. I know this is part of the great odyssey that is life, and death. And yet I still know nothing about the things that will greet me on the other side of the gate, and if I want to go on at all.

The road is getting smaller now, and I know I can’t stop. Everyt

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I can see what is happening back on earth. The road is getting steeper as I climb towards a mystery, and now I see her. For many years I have waited for this moment hoping it would come, but somehow dreading it. Like a crook taking a sweet from a baby, her life was snatched from her, never to be returned.

I take a walk along the padded floor and stumble across a wide lake. I want to hug her and never let go again, like I did so many years ago. I step closer to the lake so my body is bending over it and as I look down I can’t believe my eyes.

I remember the heartbreaking day it happened. The site is overwhelming and so vast; it is place I could not even dream about, and even now find it hard to describe. As I look back over the years I have had to live without her, I think of all the things that she has missed from life: leaving primary school; moving up to high school; exams she would have had to struggle through; relationships. I can see my mum washing the dishes and my sister drying them. Her eyes are the pure blue of the sky out of a bedroom window in the morning, warm and inviting. Cheryl will always be there for me now, no matter what happens, whoever else comes. Her fine, golden hair bounces with the wind at her shoulders.

Approximate Word count = 702
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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