Fear is a large stone that she holds. Heavy in her lap. Cold. Sadness swirls inside. It’s so heavy, she doesn’t know how to remove it. So she sits. Unable to move.
She sighs and begins to caress the stone. Holding it close. Welcoming it. Showing her appreciation.
“We are safe her together.”
“How strong you are”
“So beautiful in your coldness”
She continues. Over and over. Caressing. Soothing. Cooing. Loving.
The rock begins to smooth. It begins to shine. And it warms.
“Look, over there”, she says
“We are missing the sunset”
The rock, now round and smooth is easy to topple forward and roll off her lap. She does so. Stands. Stretches. Wandering forward to the edge of the cliff.
The world is still. Awaiting the moment the sun kisses the horizon on its way down. Vibrant colors reach across the sky. Red, orange, yellow, purple. Gorgeous.
She smiles, turns away to walk back to the stone. She reaches to pick it up, but it will not budge. She places a hand on it. Feeling it’s smoothness.
“Thank you,” she says. “For getting me here. “
And she walks away. The reflection of her retreating image mirrored in the stone.