-James-
She was so far away. Between us stretched a flat, desolate landscape. The sky was a pure white, and the ground was a dark green, almost black. No matter how fast or how long I ran, I couldn’t close the distance. She remained in place, dressed in a flowing white dress. Jane never wore dresses, and the only white she ever wore was her doctor’s coat, but now she looked like a figure from a fairytale.
She could not be my Jane. Her smile was almost sorrowful, and her dark blond hair was tousled by the strong wind. In her arms was a small child—our child. She held the bundle close and waved at me. I continued to run, but she remained in place, and so did I. I made no progress, only growing more exhausted until I collapsed to my knees.
“Wait for me!” I shouted.
She stopped waving and
