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When the inescapable pain of the traumatic event sends her running, hiding, she worries that her life is ruined and she will never find love or understanding again. She leaves a path of destruction, blaming her best friends and vanishing without explanation.
She resigns herself to a life of loneliness and simply getting by. She is fine with that. She makes her peace with that and knows that nothing can change it.
Then, she meets Benny.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
The image still holds in my mind, unchanged. It grows no less distant, it seems no less horrific. It is there, on the periphery. It is there in my weakness. It is there in my fear. The image is not, as you may imagine, in cinematic tones of black and white. The image is in vivid, almost painful, color. The colors heightened and exploding each time I revisit. Every detail in bright, present color. It moves, this image, in a motion that is surreal, like a large flag slowly rolling with cloth waves in a summer breeze. The roll of the material moving along the flag until it easily snaps out at the end of its journey. The movement slow enough that I am able to see, replay, experience every detail in this liquid, slow motion. There is no detail I want to experience again or replay. I want only to forget.
