The Mind Creative NOV-Dec 2016

It was the first thought that came to her as she woke up. He
was gone. And, soon, this bedroom, the house in whose eastern
corner it sat, and the tiny garden outside with its gnarled old red
hibiscus and the half-grown mango tree they had planted together,
all those would be gone as well. It was the strangest feeling
ever.
It has been the same since the last month; every morning
came with this heavy feeling of nothingness that engulfed her
thoughts; a strange kind of absence within, for being present in
the real world.
Her world, which she knew, was about to be taken away. Well
it has been slipping away for a while now anyway.
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Rimu was only four when they had moved into this house; this
is where she grew up. This is where she became who she was
today. Defiant tears welled up in her eyes and she pushed them
back. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Was that damp patch
always there? She had not noticed it before. She had not noticed
a lot of things before. How could she be such a fool? She closed
her eyes for a while, maybe all of it was a mistake, maybe it was
a nightmare or a hallucination, and maybe she was imagining it
all.
Her father had always told her she had an over-imaginative
brain, maybe it was one of the stories she had written, which had
slipped out of the pages of the book and taken the shape of a
nightmare… was it? Could stories come alive from the pages and
spread themselves over the writer’s life?
Rimu laughed out loudly; twenty-three years’ worth of memories
in this place and now she would have to leave it all behind.
Life does throw some really bad jokes down the neck. With her
laughter, a fresh bunch of tears rolled over. She cried and she
laughed, at the same time.
Snippets of her childhood flashed through her eyes
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