Goodnight said the face jutting out of the wall. She reached up to touch it but it moulded itself back into the brick. The swirls on the carpet spun into ethereal balls of light and their laughter tinkled like wind chimes. Only there was no wind in this solemn place where the moon came and went and the stars burned black.
Her hair stuck fast to her sticky, hot brow and she knew that she was lost in this 'other' world. There was no fear just a calm acceptance as the life she had barely begun to live drained out into the bitterly cold air.
When they found her she hoped that they found her message. His hair clasped in her cold hand.
She knew about DNA.
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coffeewithkate (joined over 12 years ago)
The Mistress of Procrastination. ;-)
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