Please, don’t scream, I know you just wanted to be free of all your troubles. You hoped to be like the water passing under the bridge. But you broke everything, including me, and I don’t know how to put things back together. You must listen to my dream. I was standing on the bridge over the reservoir. You told me that a young girl from the village fell from there. The child with a child inside, falling through space. She thought she could choose to be free, but we lose our freedom when we make our choices, that’s what you taught me, didn’t you Mother? That fall of ours, the maple leaves were turning red, drifting and fluttering in the wind, just like us. You say I am a lie, but this is just a dream, dream I tell you. Why can’t you understand that’s all I can be?
Originally from South Korea, Heain Joung holds an MA in Creative and Critical Writing from Sussex University. She now lives between the UK and South Korea. Her short fiction can be found in Full House Literary, Flashback Fiction, FlashFlood Journal, Tiny Molecules, Gastropoda, among others. Twitter (X) @heainhaven
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