Þetta er fyrsta litla smásagan sem ég hef skrifað. Hún er reyndar á ensku en ég held þeir sem vilja lesa eiga ekki í vandræðum með það. Eflaust er hún frekar furðuleg fyrir flestum en þannig eru bara sögurnar sem ég skrifa. Þetta er frekar stutt saga jafnvel sem smásaga. Ef til vill held ég áfram með hana einhverntíman. En hér kemur sagan:


Where I belong

Running as fast as she could; she ran across the forest. She ran as she had never done before. Tears rushing don’t her cheeks. How could he have done this to her? That filthy bastard! She thought it over and over. But she ran away from that thought, away from him. The abyss was there ahead of her. She did not go any slower, did not let anything stop her. She liked the wind blowing her hair, the fresh air cleaning her mind and purifying her soul; taking all the dirt away. She knew what she was doing. There was a smile on her face as she jumped of the rim and spread out her wings. The feeling of freedom overtook her mind; eternal freedom that nothing could take away from her.
The light swallowed her, so bright and beautiful. Once again she felt the bliss of eternity and the infinite serenity. She had returned home. This time she hadn’t been able to bear more. She was where she belonged but she knew that soon she would need to finish her mission on earth…

Hildur Inga 31. mars 2006