There is a hard truth in heartache Dot couldn’t rid herself of it. The frightful little girl in the polka dot dress wiped her black tears away with her sleeve.
“If time is my only remedy,” she said to the darkness, “I must go back to earth where time exists.”
“That would seem to make sense,” came the slow voice of the master.
“I don’t want to go alone. Be there alone.” Her hidden plea was ignored and her master turned away.
“I will go and I will make others hurt like I hurt.” She grabbed her flaxen whip up off the ground, and with its embedded shards she would let the earth know what broken felt like. Her smile was too wide and her eyes too big. She flew to the earth from the depths and the heavens and Dot was on earth once again.