With a handful, she surrenders to the wind. And in so doing, shes alone there. No ashes, only her palm, which tingles still slightly with the remembrances of it all.
Shes afraid. Only slightly. Everything she was afraid of disappeared out of her palm. To the wind.
Everything she had ever feared.
Loved.
Needed.
Wanted.
Had.
Straight from her palm to the wind.
Her hand tingles, slightly.
And she remembers it all.
