Aug 19, 2008 21:43
And as her eyes adjusted and the world looked less surreal, she wished desperately that the colored film would come back. Then it would be the past again, and possible decisions that she never dreamed would have a heavy impact on present life could be altered.
The reddened atmosphere reflected the lateness of the day and she was reminded of how much left she had to accomplish. Even the most miniscule of tasks seemed impossible at that moment.
She looked down the trail longing for someone to find her, like in the movies when help comes at just the perfect moment. When all hope is lost. Well hope had escaped long ago, but she knew that no one was coming. She'd have to reach out if she wanted it, and that was just not something she was willing to do.