Ms P

Life

Elara lived in a tiny village where the only constant was the air moving through the tall Baobab trees. She was a quiet girl who spent more time listening than talking, and what she listened to wasn't the birds or the gossip, it was Rai, the Wind.

The mirror in my hallway is twenty-seven years old. It’s older than the memory of his face, which I only know from a handful of fading photographs where he looks young, vibrant, and eerily like me.I stood in front of that mirror today, adjusting my collar, feeling that familiar, gnawing ache in my chest.