The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?
Lucy ChristopherI didnโt want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face Iโd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didnโt look beautiful this time. Just evil.
Lucy ChristopherYou told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to; that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again.
Lucy ChristopherHad you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. โI canโt go back. Not yet. I canโt leave.โ And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. โYou donโt have to,โ she said, rocking me. โYou donโt have to do anything you donโt want to do, not anymore.โ And I cried.
Lucy Christopher