Striking green eyes, bring rise to sweet but heart wrenching memories, as this stranger feels familiar. I find my eyes drift towards his dimple, forming so effortlessly on his flushed cheek. He’s young and I remember it can’t be him. “It’s me”, he begins. “I believe you’re my Mum?” #WriteCBC

I entered #WriteCBC yesterday. I didn't win, though of course got some likes, which I greatly appreciate. In an attempt to make my entry better I have revised and posted it. I know it won't be considered now as the comp has finished, but I do hope it is better than the original.

@cbcreative.bsky.social 'I was going to uni. I didn’t have the capacity to think we could make it', Reena said burying her face into her hands. ‘What if I told you I know? That I know you lied', Nick enquired, reaching out and placing his hand on her thigh. 'That I know my dad raped you.' #WriteCBC

#WriteCBC The stench of old blood and the woodlands reaches my nose. Plagued by her since I was a little girl, she’s too far for me to feel her breath. Has she brought along a friend to see her plaything? The paralysis gets tighter and I hear a voice for the first time. ‘I’m you and you are me.’

They are trying to make sense of warped memories and flashbacks.