Alone: Part Two
Here is the second part of my short story Alone. I hope you enjoy it!
The sun is beginning to set, and still, the only sound is the whispering wind and all I can see is grass.
I keep trying to remember how I got here, but I can't remember anything at all. But one mental image keeps coming back. A boy, around fifteen, with black hair like mine. He could be a friend, a cousin or a brother.
He could be a total stranger.
Stars appear, much brighter than I remember. I'm suddenly exhausted. I sit down, flattening the grass beneath me. I pull three long strands from the ground and plait them quickly into a long, thin rope, adding new strands every now and then. I wrap it round my wrist three times and tie the ends in a knot as a bracelet. I rest my head on my arms.
The tears are still streaming down my cheeks. I don't even know my own name!
More importantly, who is that boy? And why does thinking of him make me so sad?
Part three will be here soon!
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