Flashbacks

In the spring of Jessica's fifteenth year, she was a tall, gangly girl with a wild mane of strawberry colored hair, jade colored eyes long eye lashes and dark slashing brows . The forest, with its green shadows and damp musky smells, was her world away from home. She was most often alone but never lonely. Her grandfather taught her how to track, how to stalk deer and elk with a camera, how to sit quietly, as minutes turned to hours, to watch the majestic journey of a buck or the grace of a doe and fawn.

Jessica would spend quiet days fishing with her grandfather, learning patience. She'd taken on a share of the chores back at the lodge her grandpa and grandma owned, there she learned responsibility. She was allowed to roam the woods and wade in the streams, to climb the hills but to never go beyond the borders alone. Her memories of the house when she was a young girl with her Aunt May, were vague flickers of high ceilings and shining colors.

During the first few months in the lodge deep in the forest with her grandpa and grandma she would ask about her mother she'd have flickers of blood and broken glass and her Uncle Ted. Whenever she would ask questions her grandma's mouth closed tight and her eyes would go dark. From that Jessica learned to wait. From that she learned to forget.

With her chores at the lodge done for the day, Jessica was soon wandering the dirt paths not far from home, the afternoon was hers. Soon Jessica found herself at her favorite pond, her mind wondering of years that had passed bye, missing her Aunt May. She wanted to travel back to the Maury house for old time sake, maybe to look for some of the dolls she use to have when she was a young girl. Her grandparents never sold or emptied the house after her mother’s death, it seemed they just wanted to forget the past, and move on, but Jessica wasn't ready to forget. She was missing her mother and looking for ways to remember the past when she lived with her.

Jessica new this would be the last time she'd be at this house, never to return again. Knowing that, she wasn't about to leave her special dolls behind. She had dolls and memory's that reminded her of living with her Mother and her Uncle Ted, when she was a small child. She wanted more than anything to finally have them back in her bedroom, sitting in the old bookcase her father had made, on the shelf where they belong.

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