,,If I was dying on my knees"

Blood ran down her eye, trickled down her neck, flowed from her chest.

"If I was dying on my knees"

She couldn't get those words out of her head. She couldn't remember where she had heard them before.

She couldn't remember why they were so important.

All she knew was that she couldn't let them go.

"If I was dying on my knees"

"You would be the one to rescue me"

...

The laughter of children from a bygone era echoed across the calm lake, disturbed only by my feet dangling in the water and the fish swimming beneath me.

With my arms stretched above my head, I enjoyed the echo of memories that gave me goose bumps. Fortunately, the slightly wobbly footbridge on which I had been lying for a couple of hours had long since cooled down from the midday heat.

With m...