Almost Forgotten

Avatar Author: Ambrosia Dawn "Tell me a bit about yourself." She smiled at that, like she had been expecting me to say just that, just now. "What can I say?" She sat forward and gave me a nice view down her low cut top as she tapped the ash from her... Read Bio

She sat on the edge of the bed in her silk dressing gown and blankly stared at fuchsia on skin. It was too early for meaningful or functional thought. A snippet returned to her and she frowned at the half remembered image. Perhaps it had to do with why she had woken up in a cold sweat. She swallowed at the lump in her throat as one hand pressed to the Egyptian cotton. A memory was pulling at her but she wasn’t sure she wanted to follow where it lead.

A detail caught her eye and she glanced down to her silk sleeve. A look of confused disgust spread over her Botticelli-like features as her green eyes widened to see the algae coloured liquid seeping through the thin fabric. She jumped up from the bed then she felt the sticky trickle down her thigh. She looked down to see more of the strange fluid making a fine film over her skin.

It all flooded back. She bolted out the patio door. The silk slipped off her skin as her feet pounded the sand. She hit the salt water and breathed deeply through her gills. Home.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Some really lovely imagery, and I love the flow from confusion to disgust to relief at being home. The sentence that starts, “She jumped up from the bed…” is a run-on and could use some revising. Otherwise a really strong piece.