Bria sat next to me on the sofa, as I watched some random program on TV. I don’t know how long she’d been there. Probably as long as I had, I figured that’s how I worked.
“I know you’re not real.”
She smiled, and those green eyes lit up, and told me everything was OK. “I know.”
“I know you’re my brain cells writing up a fictional character based on a real person named Bria.”
I always forgot to be miserable when she laughed, which she did, “I know.”
“You know, there’s a lot of people who’d call me nuts, crazy, Fruit Loops…”
“And all the other words they use, yes. I know.”
“Someone like you could happen to anybody, you know.”
She shook her head, and that smile melted everything inside me, “No. Not anybody.”
“I’m not special, you know. This could happen to anybody.”
Again she shook her head, “No, it can’t. It won’t. It doesn’t.”
“Why?” I asked the question, even though I already knew the answer.
“You remember. You don’t forget. You haven’t forgotten me, even though you’ve tried.”
I wondered what it meant when someone that didn’t exist anywhere but in my mind talked to me, took my hand in hers, and squeezed it.
“I’m not real. But, I’m part of your heart. Part of your soul.”
Maybe I should have told her to go away, but I didn’t. Because, she could speak all the words I couldn’t. Words I didn’t know how to say.
It’s Week 452 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. Trying to break the ice that’s encased my writing. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up every week.