A Fleeting Memory

Chapter 1:

Shimmers of light bounce off the creases in the turquoise sea, a breeze rippling the surface. There is a clear blue sky. I can smell the salt from the sea and I can hear a deep laugh not too far away that causes me to smile slowly. I turn my head looking at the man the laugh came from meeting his ocean blue gaze. I kick of my shoes and strip my socks off and start running towards him feeling the soft, white sand beneath my bare feet. When I reach him he picks me up and twirls me round and I throw my head back and squeal like I am sixteen all over again.

“Natalie!” comes a slightly annoyed voice shaking me quite vigorously.

I take a deep breath and sigh before opening my eyes. I look up at the sky, hands beneath the back of my head deciding what shapes the clouds are making. I am lying underneath a white blossom tree with the sun peeking down through the leaves.

“Natalie?” comes the voice again softer this time.

“Yes” I say not bothering to turn my head to look at her.

“You were thinking about them weren’t you?” she accuses.

“No Em I wasn’t’” I lie gritting my teeth so that I don’t lose patience with her. She gives me a look that tells me she doesn’t believe me lines of frustration around her eyes and her jaw set. Then she just shrugs clearly deciding to drop it and let it go. For now at least. She takes a moment or two before continuing.

“Natalie there is something your parents need to tell you” she says softly not meeting my eyes.

“What?” I say anxiously as I sit in an upright position sure I am not going to like whatever it is.

“I don’t know what just that they want to tell you in person, today preferably” she finally looks up waiting for my response. I turn my left wrist glancing at my watch and nervously bite my lip.

“Well it is going to have to wait. I am supposed to be seeing my therapist in ten minutes and I am going to be late. That means I will have to run.”

With that I stand up waving to Emily promising I will talk to my parents and set off in a light jog to ‘talk’ to my therapist. This should be fun. Not.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammar problems as this is a first draft and will need rewriting. But feedback is welcomed thank you x