Restless and Unknown

Waves of despair washed over her turning her head to the left where she watched the sun break into particles. She witnessed debris of leaves shoot up like dots of dust. She pulled the threads of the bleak tangled mess of light rays through her fingers like invisible pick-up sticks that lay about on top of each other intertwined, enmeshed and holding tight.

Reviving Ruby

Ruby is innocent. Touching Mary’s hem, crawling to catch up to her footsteps.
"Talk to me."
Ruby grabs the edge of Mary’s garment.
Mary says, “No.” and wrestles the fabric out of Ruby’s hand.
Ruby: Tell me about my life, Mary.
Mary: You have to live your life first in order for me to tell you and teach you.
Ruby: Then why did you come to me as a child?
Mary: To plant a seed of your remembrance. .
Ruby: But my whole life has been so flawed.
Mary: Better to teach a flawed person than one who believes they have all the answers.
Ruby: How do I tell the story?
Mary: From the beginning
Ruby: There are two beginnings. My birth on Earth and my first encounter with you.
Mary: Let them unravel side by side. This is not a formula. This is a birth. Have the courage to break the rules