Saturday, October 15, 2022

A Name (a #shortstory)

She lay on her back watching the stars 
and wondered where she had come from.


Once someone had given her a name 
but she had forgotten it long since.

She remembered she waited. But for what? 
In the mean time she enjoyed her dreams and her fantasies.

Vague memories disconcerted her but never for long.

Absent-mindedly she played with the small object 
she always kept within reach. It gave her solace.

Years came and went and it was increasingly difficult 
to get food but she was contented.

In her own small world she was everything.

When they found her bleached bones 
they wondered where she had come from 
and if she had ever been given a name.

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