Title: Jane
Author: convoluted cartoon
Date written: 6/21/06 ( a bit ago...)

Jane, she knew, was a horrible name, and yet she never changed it.

Through her schooling in London she didn’t, and through her life, a painful wave of boredom, she never found the ability to stand upward and do anything about her surroundings. Never mind her name, she though, clutching her handbag and holding tight to her hat as it rained. Visiting the countryside was not the adventure she had expected it to be. Summer was filled with rain there and everywhere, really. She looked towards the doors of the ranch estate and back at the black clouds. Wet. She shook her head, and, as she turned to step onto the walkway leading to the house, she promptly slipped.

Falling was an interesting feeling, Jane had once concluded in her youth. When falling, the future is unknown. The feeling of fear fills you like liquid, and you half-wonder, in those inevitable seconds, if everything will remain a throbbing blur to your vision. Forever. Falling can be flying and it can be dying. It can be beautiful and it can hurt.

When entering the girls’ school, older and wiser, she’d dismissed such childish thoughts. Falling was falling. Nothing more than something else in life.

But what happens-

When

Someone

Catches you?

Those thoughts had trickled like a rapid stream through her mind before she realized she was slipping in mud no more, and rather was stiff against someone’s hold, her eyes squeezed shut. She opened her eyes and wearily glanced up, noting how foolish she must look.

Thanks-

-she knew she must say, watching the servant child, a boy of around twelve, look at her in shock. Shock that he had caught her. She smiled maternally at the boy, knowing she should say thanks.

You can slip back into a state of mind. Memories can fall, but they can bounce back-

Wet.

And it was cold. Interesting.

“Thank you.”