by firstname.lastname@example.org – dedicated to my Mom
The air around the silver-haired woman seemed to be far too thin to breathe. Unseen fingers wrapped around her throat and endeavored to strangle her. Each breath became an increasing insurmountable hurdle as she gasped for air. Her heartbeat raced faster than the thoughts parading lightning quick across the screen in her head. She sought something outside of her mental chatter and focused on the metal beast that lay ahead.
The behemoth was toothed and shiny as it grinded and hummed away in an endless cycle of ascension. This silver dragon of the new age would deliver her to her new life; the old one was almost forgotten. She reached deep inside herself and excavated a fragment of courage and stepped on its ridged back.
People surrounded her from above and below as she desperately tried to assign nametags to them from the snapshots catalogued in her brain. The shaping of thoughts became a Herculean task. Shaking her head she attempted to exorcise the cobwebs but no new information came.
As the metal monster became bathed in the soft glow of the last golden rays of day she found a hand in hers. She searched for a name to sit atop the smiling face and laughing eyes but none would surface. The woman’s features were so familiar that she ached inside to place her. She reached again and no memories came to light so she sighed sadly as another page of her life slipped away from her.