"Mom! Mom!" Small voices..
"Look, look mom!"
That was Als voice, but what? Memories engulfed his mind like a river of silver blue.
The warmth of his mothers hug, how they used to braid her hair using small beads and scraps of ribbon, but mostly her laugh; Strong and warm like the candy caramel she used to help them make. Everything was happy, his mothers smile, her words repeating in his head,
"I'm so proud of you!"
They were played back and forth until they were through, except for a small, sweet memory that brought a broken smile to his sleeping face.
Another memory chased it out though, his mother crumpled on the kitchen floor, the tomatoes from the garden staining her white apron with crimson red stains, the color of blood, the color of life and death. He shuddered as it took shape; the skeleton and black, gruesomely tangled hair writhed around the partially eroded hand…
Piercing white, fiery hot pain shooting through him and submerging him in a solid cage of agony.
He jerked awake, sweating hard, blankets tangled around his slim frame.
He had though…for a minute…
His mother's hand had brushed his cheek.
Getting up, looking around.
"Mom? Mama?" his frightened, eager voice asked every room, but each in their places, impossibly seemed to shake their solid heads, and Edward left a warm tear on his hand trailing down to join the salty pool, reminding him of his dream Or as he reasoned, Was it a nightmare?
------------------------------------------- Hiiiii...the original name was lookin' back, the now title sounded...more...interesting...R&R my faithfull readers!!!no flames!!! hugs and much lovehavoc