Dang I miss Tana. She was big in my life, bigger than my mom even.
I met her someplace. Strange I don’t remember.
She had a magic to her, Tana did. Like the way she’d pull some blades of grass up in her hands while we sat in the park talking, twist them in her fingers and make a little cup or a bunny from them.
Or how she could talk about a book so it was better story than if you was reading it. She had a magic to her, all right.
I’ll always wonder where she went to.
She sounds magical, in many ways.
I have a friend like this from university that I’m trying to locate. Doesn’t seem to be on social media. She had a spirit just like this, and yes I miss her too. Nostalgic story!
Very deeply nostalgic and somehow very disturbing too.
Nice voice for the narrator. I have an uneasy feeling that he knows more about Tana’s disappearance than he’s letting on…
Sounds like Tana had a real gift. Too bad she slipped away. His appreciation and longing for her shines through.
There are people who are unforgettable. Great voice…oh whatever.
Shalom,
Herself
Great voice. Consistent and convincing and a little mysterious and unsettling. Does the narrator know more than we are being told, I wonder.
A story that seems delightful, yet could have a darker side. Well told.
I love how some people come into your life, leave their mark and move on… leaving you with memories.
Nice story!
Would want to know more about Tana! 😀
A really lovely piece.