|Artwork Copyright: Irena Lazovska 2012|
Everyone was waiting for her. Kady went and checked herself in the mirror, and dropped her skies in shock. Was she hallucinating? Staring back at her was her seven year old self. Big eyes, rosy cheeks and a look of wonder on her face. Her younger self was wearing a Smurfs top. One she had worn until it fell apart. Maybe it was a prank? But as she moved her younger reflection moved too.
Her cousin came running in. “What is it! We are going to miss the bus at this rate.”
“Do I look different?”
“Just your usual self, why?”
“Nothing,” said Kady.
“Girls,” said Dunkin with a sigh.
“At least I'm not named after a doughnut joint,” said Kady picking up her skies and rushing out the door, not looking at the reflection again. Maybe it was just a lack of sleep.
“Would you cut that out already? It's not my fault my parents can't spell.”
Up on the slopes enjoying the time with friends Kady forgot all about the strange incident that morning. Making the most of their break from college The longest and most difficult ski run of the resort was in front of her.
“Come on Kady, are you chicken?”
“Of course not dough boy.”
Dunkin rolled his eyes. “See you at the bottom, meanie.” Dunkin stuck out his tongue and launched himself down the slope and disappeared within seconds.
“You can do this, Kady,” she whispered to herself.
A guy stopped next to her. He was wearing reflective eye wear. Kady glanced and looked again when saw her younger self reflected in the man's eye goggles. Her younger self was shaking her head and finger, as if saying, no, you can't do it.
“I'll show you!” she said and launched herself down the slope.
Everything seemed fine for the first minute or so, but she soon picked up speed and didn't know how to slow down without hurting herself. Avoiding a stopped skier she found herself going off course. Through trees, amazingly she missed them all. Suddenly a warning sign popped up. Warning: Long drop ahead. Her body stiffened as she panicked. There was orange netting to stop her going off the edge, but would it be enough to stop her?
Just as she thought she was going to smash into the barrier a hand shot out and stopped her. Pulling her to the ground. Her skies went skyward and she landed on her back.
“Kady! What are you playing at?”
“I...I don't know.”
“Here, have some of this,” Dunkin said passing her silver flask. “It will boost your spirits.”
It was her younger reflection again. She looked disappointed. Like she had wanted her to go over the edge. Was her willingness to self-destruct so bad?
“Dunkin, can you hold me, I'm scared.”
Dunkin considered it for a while. “Will you promise to stop making fun of me?”
*The closest I've been to skiing is going down a slope in a inflated inner tube, so it might not be the most realistic story.