The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
Lucy ChristopherIt was so big, that view. Iโll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I donโt think peopleโs brains are designed for memories like that. Theyโre designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someoneโs hair. Not hugeness.
Lucy ChristopherThis be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
Lucy ChristopherThe sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing โฆ like it had a kind of aura.
Lucy ChristopherYou said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.
Lucy Christopher