Dancing on Rooftops

Emma switch on the radio, the soft background buzzing was comforting. She took out a notepad and a pencil.

She began to draw, quickly at first, but slowly as a face began to appear she slowed, to get the details just right. She kept getting flashes, of people, of places. Of the life that should have been, rather than the one she ended up with. It probably sounds stupid, but the future she saw, though only in glimpses, resembles more of a fairy tale than reality.

She longed to be there. In a world of magic and wonder, of triumph over evil, but here nothing was quiet so simple. At least than what Emma thought.

These images kept coming. At first she ignored them as nothing but a migraine, then she feared delusions of an unfulfilled childhood. Now…well now she wasn't so sure. They were so clear and if she didn't draw it, the image would escape back into the far recesses of her mind.

Emma wouldn't have that. Not again.

So she drew, allowing the pencil to guide her hand, to memory of a future that should have happened…or will happen?

She didn't know.

This drawing was different from the others. She was in this one, with her arms around a beautiful woman. A woman with a gentle face, and a spark of mischief in her eyes.

Emma raised an eyebrow as she continued. The woman was beautiful and made her heart flutter in a way she didn't recognise.

Then she stopped. She was done, with a drawing of her and this mysterious woman. A woman that made her feel safe…and almost loved.

It was then Emma hid her notepad in her pillow case as she heard the yelling. She quickly turned off the radio and hid under the covers. Hopefully he would drink himself unconscious…this time.