Drabble - Name

[ks_claw]

You don’t remember her face. The Fearlings won’t let you, letting that be your punishment for so long ago.

You remember other things about her, the feel of her soft hair between your fingers, the sound of her voice when she laughed… but the rest is a blur.

Was her skin as pale and fine as porcelain or as dark as freshly turned earth? Were her eyes blue, green or brown? Was her hair dark as a ravens wing or golden as sunlight?

You know there is a woman who says she was your daughter, but you see nothing of yourself or her mother in her.

Is she lying or are the Fearlings playing tricks with your memories?

Not even the woods you are walking in now provide an answer. The fearlings are probably making certain of that, crawling in your mind,

The woman… was she your wife or just a lover? A concubine or a favourite in a harem? You are not certain anymore. The Constellations seem like a distant, unpleasant dream these days.

Did you love her or was she just a means to having a child?

Her name…

What was-

Her name?

You stop when something drops down at sudden. There is a boy in front of you, dressed in blue and brown with hair a shock of white. He speaks to you, demanding to know why you are in this place. He is winter, you guess (remember?) from the frost that covers the ground where he stands. But you…

Don’t

Remember

The Fearlings are to thank for that. It is easier to forget (I failed) than to wallow (I lost her) in painful (I am alone) memories.

(I am forgotten)

You look at the boy and can only think of one thing to say.

“Who are you?”