LOST AT SEA
“I will be free someday and no one will ever control me again,” Alex said out loud, as if doing so would etch it in stone and somehow make it real. She pictures herself walking down a narrow, cobblestone street on a beautiful summer morning. She stops to smell the flowers at the small, flower cart. She smells the vibrant red roses and the delicate pink carnations, but chooses a lovely, white bouquet of daisies for the vase on her kitchen table. She then wanders into the corner coffee shop and Joe waves as he fills her usual order. Mrs. Benson says hello to her as she sits with Mrs. Jones, sipping coffee and have their weekly gossip session. She leaves the coffee shop, crosses the street, and walks the sidewalk towards her small cottage, whistling her favorite lullaby that her mama would sing to her when she was a small girl. “Hush little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird.” It was her favorite and most cherished memory of her mama.
“Alexandria!” She was jolted back to reality with a sharp blow to her face, the sting of it somehow dulled by the recognition of the touch.