The Twisted Tree

by Rachel Burge

It started the day I fell from the tree at Mormor’s cabin in Norway. The day I became blind in one eye.

Three teenage boys appear behind me, laughing. They’re older than me by a couple of years.

Wasnt she 17? How can these teenagers be a couple of years older

You write the story of you every day with your thoughts, words and deeds. You create yourself. You get to decide your story. No one else. You.’