From then and there to here and now.
She baffled the scientific community. A 74 year old woman clawing and digging her way from a makeshift grave was surprising enough, but what was even more bizarre was that no one, not even Sarah herself, knew how she got there, in that hole in the ground, covered by five feet of dirt.
IndentIt took the scientists 21 years to figure out what was going on with Sarah; after regained eyesight, sharpened hearing, and an ever improving physical condition, tests pointed out that this woman, who was supposed to be 95 years old, was, in fact, 53 years old.
IndentSarah was getting younger.
IndentDespite the astouding nature of her condition, Sarah lived a relatively anonymous life. Her situation was so fantastical, so implausible, that, despite scientific proof, the news of her condition was relegated to that part of the newspapers everybody skims over without really reading it. There was a brief surge of interest, which waned over time. Sarah was soon forgotten, which was fine by her.
IndentOver the following decades, Sarah felt her body improving. Her dentures made way for a full set of healthy teeth, her bones gradually stopped hurting, she stopped needing her glasses at all and her skin became smoother and smoother as time went by.
IndentMore than half a century after she clawed her way from the earth, when she was 20 years old, she met someone. Not a man, but a woman. And not even a woman, but a girl. When sitting on a park bench, a little six year old girl sat next to her, and started talking to her. This repeated and repeated, until Sarah and the Maria, the little girl, became very close friends, the only friend she had ever had.
IndentAnd as Sarah grew younger, Maria grew older. They calculated the day when the both of them would be exactly the same age and on that day, they were both 13 years of age, they had a lavish, though entirely private, party.
IndentAs Sarah grew younger and younger, leaving adolescence behind and moving past school age and into play age, she noticed that she was starting to forget. Her mind ceased being able to fully recall the rich and peculiar life she had led, but she knew this was meant to be. There was always Maria.
IndentMaria, well into her twenties, became more and more important to Sarah as she approached infancy, when the memory of the life she had led was almost entirely faded from her young brain. The last months of her life were pure bliss; no worries, no responsibilities, not even a real notion of the world around her, just herself, contained in her own bubble.
IndentUntil, at last, there was this uncontrolable and undefinable desire to seek out Maria, to get Maria's attention and get as close as possible to Maria. In those last moments Maria was Sarah's life; she thought Maria, she breathed Maria, she felt a part of Maria, and wanted very much to be inside of Maria.
IndentAnd so she was.
IndentIt took the scientists 21 years to figure out what was going on with Sarah; after regained eyesight, sharpened hearing, and an ever improving physical condition, tests pointed out that this woman, who was supposed to be 95 years old, was, in fact, 53 years old.
IndentSarah was getting younger.
IndentDespite the astouding nature of her condition, Sarah lived a relatively anonymous life. Her situation was so fantastical, so implausible, that, despite scientific proof, the news of her condition was relegated to that part of the newspapers everybody skims over without really reading it. There was a brief surge of interest, which waned over time. Sarah was soon forgotten, which was fine by her.
IndentOver the following decades, Sarah felt her body improving. Her dentures made way for a full set of healthy teeth, her bones gradually stopped hurting, she stopped needing her glasses at all and her skin became smoother and smoother as time went by.
IndentMore than half a century after she clawed her way from the earth, when she was 20 years old, she met someone. Not a man, but a woman. And not even a woman, but a girl. When sitting on a park bench, a little six year old girl sat next to her, and started talking to her. This repeated and repeated, until Sarah and the Maria, the little girl, became very close friends, the only friend she had ever had.
IndentAnd as Sarah grew younger, Maria grew older. They calculated the day when the both of them would be exactly the same age and on that day, they were both 13 years of age, they had a lavish, though entirely private, party.
IndentAs Sarah grew younger and younger, leaving adolescence behind and moving past school age and into play age, she noticed that she was starting to forget. Her mind ceased being able to fully recall the rich and peculiar life she had led, but she knew this was meant to be. There was always Maria.
IndentMaria, well into her twenties, became more and more important to Sarah as she approached infancy, when the memory of the life she had led was almost entirely faded from her young brain. The last months of her life were pure bliss; no worries, no responsibilities, not even a real notion of the world around her, just herself, contained in her own bubble.
IndentUntil, at last, there was this uncontrolable and undefinable desire to seek out Maria, to get Maria's attention and get as close as possible to Maria. In those last moments Maria was Sarah's life; she thought Maria, she breathed Maria, she felt a part of Maria, and wanted very much to be inside of Maria.
IndentAnd so she was.