https://Voice.club - As she touched the antique lantern, Persephone felt a shock and dropped it to the floor, where it smashed.
Mortified at the loss of the magnificent creation and panicked at the price tag still tied to the ornate handle, Persephone dropped to her knees to gather the debris. She became entranced by the brilliant rainbow the fragments cast around her, not noticing the deep red obscuring the brighter colours until she began to feel faint. Her vision wavered, and her head began to float as she passed out.
When she woke, it was a deliciously tranquil process. She stretched, arms overhead, toes reaching for the foot of a bed that wasnât there.
Her fingers caressed grass, her senses filled with fragrance such as she had never known. She was surrounded by blossoms of every colour she could imagine. Above, the clear sky was shades of a strawberry swirl cone, and that felt absolutely perfect.
Turning to her left, she encountered a questioning gaze from a small, blue creature with huge silvery eyes filled with concern.
âWho be you? How came you here?â Persephone heard, though its lips never moved. She reached out a hand, and the being peered closely into her palm. âAh, I see,â it said, wonder filling its voice, âyouâve come home.â
Persephone brought her hand up before her eyes. In the centre of her palm was a strange mosaic, multi-coloured patches sparkling⌠and she thought she had seen it before, though she couldnât remember where.
In the monochrome hospital room, the doctor turned from the still form in the bed, motioning the family outside, away from the constant beeping.
âI donât know what to tell you,â he frowned. âThereâs nothing wrong with her apart from the minor wound in her hand. Yet that wonât heal, and she wonât wake.â He studied his shoes, hands deep in the pockets of his white coat. âAll I can recommend is you find an affordable care facility,â he said, âand then get on with your own lives as best you can.â
