M is for Mistaken

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For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

M is for Mistaken

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There was another crack and Aspen’s eyes flew open.  She was still in the cemetery laying next to Jacob’s grave.  Her head was pounding and she couldn’t think straight.  That dream was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could’ve happened.  But she was thankful that it wasn’t real.  She was thankful for being in a place that she knew.

As she laid in the grass she prayed that no one would find her.  She wasn’t exactly hidden so it would be easy for someone to find her and send her back to jail.  But no matter how much time she spent laying there, nothing was going to change, she was always going to be stuck in this loop.  Maybe she should try to find a way to change her identity.

Aspen sat up and stretched her arms over her head.  She looked around to see if she saw anyone in the cemetery but it was empty.  It was still early in the morning so she didn’t have to worry too much about people seeing her.  But she still had to be careful.  She slowly stood up and made her way out of the cemetery.

Her body made it’s way to the park she actually knew.  The jungle gym was the same as normal, the swings swayed gently in the morning breeze, and the dinosaur looked majestic in the morning sun.  Everything was normal.  Everything was okay.

Once she had freshened up she had to find a new corner to sit on.  She couldn’t go back to the corner she was on yesterday.  Police would think she would be in the same area again and have a lot of extra cops and she didn’t want to take a chance.

As she started to wander around the city she found a busy corner that she hadn’t been to before.  Aspen sat down and pulled out her small sign, hoping that people would be generous and help her out.  As she sat there on the corner she kept her eyes wide open for cops.  Thankfully she hadn’t seen any.

“Megan?”

Aspen slowly looked up to see a man she had never seen before standing in front of her.  She shook her head.  “No…sorry.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.  I…I thought you were someone I used to know from high school.  Uh…”  He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and riffled through it for a $20 bill.  He handed it to Aspen.  “Here.  Sorry again.”

“Oh…thank you…”  Aspen watched the mysterious man walk away from her.  She was still shocked by his kindness even though she wasn’t who he though she was.

The longer she sat there, the more she felt like she could be a Megan.  She thought that she could disguise herself by her name first, and then figure out how to change her actual appearance.  Maybe some hair dye and some colored contacts would help her.  And maybe she should let her eyebrows grow into an uni brow.

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