FOURTEENSandie dreamed of heat, intense heat, something shrill and damaging, and the knowledge of her own impending destruction. She dreamed of silence, holding tight to the belief that once there had been harmony, that something now forgotten had come before. She dreamed that she was not born in fire and pain.
She woke without tears, understanding that her dreams came from a place that did not feel.
John met her on the stairs as she came down to check on him.
“Trying to remember?” she asked.
He nodded. rethink and rethink and rethink always never before the shriek. He held his guitar like a safety blanket but did not touch the strings.
“That’s the first thing you remember?”
He nodded again. consider genesis generative force creation first memory of beginning. But that did not seem r
