Waves. Waves lapping at the scarred coast line, the sound of gulls cooing above, the smell of the salty seawater.
The therapist had told her to imagine her happy place, every time she felt a panic attack coming on. Every time she felt stressed, which she was prone to, she came back here.
Her happy place.
She was nine years old, her strawberry blonde hair in pigtails, her jade green coat pulled tight to keep out the bitter wind. Balancing atop a weather warn log, she had pretended she was walking the tightrope at the circus.
She had always dreamt of running away and joining the circus. The glamour and beauty of it all had captivated her ever since her Nan had taken her to her first circus when she was five.
The day she always went back to wasn't necessarily the happiest day of her life. Just the last.

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Galen over 13 years ago

I like the seed of this: a kid who dies at age 9, but somehow keeps living, and the trauma of that... film adaptation anyone?

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