|Wish Upon a Memory
Author: rawrrkitty PM
We will always wish for more than what we have. With our imagination, we can have anything. /a sort of sequel to Memory of Life, Death. also very personal to me./Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Jemima & Demeter - Words: 479 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-28-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6434277
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Wish Upon a Memory
Disclaimer: Nah, I still don't own CATS.
We will always wish for more than what we have. With our imagination, we can have anything.
I'm perched on the broad brown arm of a tree, my face upturned to the sky. It is a misty grey sort of colour, drab and dull. The sun is having a day off. But the sky is another world for someone like me – one I'll surely explore in my future.
For now, I live in my world, my moment. When I look down, I see her – my mother. A smile graces her painted lips and her cheeks seem to hide blooming red roses. A laugh bubbles from within me as I let myself drop. The branch sways and groans, joining the music of the wind rustling its cold fingers through the leaves. My mother catches me and swings me to the ground. There's a soft crunch as my feet hit the icy powder.
It is our world – ours alone. All around us are the signs of our presence. A beaming, carrot-nosed snowman adorned in a fine black hat. Balls of snow litter the ground. Flames dance on a stage of embers, moving to their own crackling, spitting music.
We dance and catch flecks of white on our tongues. Our laughter bounces off the snow and right back to us. The air shivers around us.
We are alone, together. It's a place that sends me into a bliss of stillness and perfect silence. Crooked mountains loom over us, swirls of mist embrace their vanilla tips. And now the clouds burst into a sudden radiance of colour. The world is rendered in hues of rose and pastel orange.
The tree that I previously balanced on seems to grow taller and grander before our eyes. It lifts its arms to the sky and conducts the orchestra of day and night. With a single sigh, that tree brings out clusters of cheeky winking stars and draws the moon in among them. It sends the sun into a descent and casts a blanket of shadow over everything.
Still, we sit in the glowing snow, huddling close together.
All this is what should've been.
A/N: This is pretty much the story I submitted for an assignment – I haven't got the marks back yet (half the class do, but not me!) but I thought it'd be nice to post it, as it's a sort of a sequel to Memory of Life, Death.
Basically, it's Jemima thinking about what it would be like to see snow with her mother, who died.
Oh… and a few of the lines were inspired by the lines in a poem that is the basis of the story of the possible sequel to Forever Until Now.
Kay, I shut up now.