The Girl in the Well_I'm Home_The Long Way Home_An Ordinary Person
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The Girl in the Well
Trigger warning: DepressionShe tilts her head up and feels the specks of cold land gently upon her face. She can see nothing in the darkness above save for the pure white of the snowflakes that offset against it. They fall slowly; time is meaningless to them. It's almost mocking—the slowness—when paired with her ever-increasing urgency.She can't remember how she got here or how long she has spent clawing at the unyielding stone walls. Her bloody fingers are an indication that she's been at it for a while. But once she eventually gives in to exhaustion, she finds stopping is a mistake; for it m...
I'm Home
No one ever tells you the beginning, the moment when time seems to stretch. I always found time to be such a malleable thing. Fragile, in its own right. Yet we handle it so carelessly, blissfully unbothered as traces of it slip through our fingers like so many immutable grains into a never-ending crescendo. And all we are left with, in the end, is this feeling of dread, our heart pumping, pumping, pumping. Beating with all its might to keep us here, now. To remind us firmly of the ground beneath our feet, the concrete sweating with the afternoon rays of the blistering sun in this part of the c...
The Long Way Home
Dear Holly,Here goes nothing. I ate my pasta with a spoon tonight. It reminded me of you, and how you’d stubbornly say it was the best and only way. It’s one year to the day since I saw your gorgeous face. I miss the rebellious amber strands that refused to tuck behind your ears. I miss the little cleft between your eyebrows, worn by time. I miss the tiny mole behind your left ear that you’d scratch until sometimes it bled. I have to be honest, I haven’t been able to let you go in the way you asked.It’s partly Jim’s fault, if he hadn’t been so kind and given me so much compassionate leave, I d...
An Ordinary Person
An Ordinary PersonThe excitement was reaching a crescendo. Agatha, the proud owner of the North, South Art Gallery stood at her desk anticipating the moment when she would reach the peak of her career.The crowds were gathering and had started to pour through the gallery entrance. The Wandsworths were there, Elaine and Alan, Elaine, dressed in her Louis Vuitton outfit and clutching a handbag from the same fashion house. On her arm was www.onedoor.cca Breitling watch and round her neck a Montblanc Souvenir D’etoile. Alan was in a Brioni suit and smelled of Brioni Eau de Parfum.Along with these personages came...