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her footsteps and muddy clothes barely made a whisper as she slowly made her way across town through the pouring rain.
her way out of fashion hooded cloak was a deep forest green, and the inside of the hood around her neck could be seen, as it wasnt around her head, was a burgundy type red.
she didnt care, no one cared about her.
the inside of her cloak had many pockets, and so she reached inside one of those pockets and pulled some thing small out.
a dulled by use, sharp implement.
a razor.
her hidden arm, pale as moonlight, raised slowly to the hurricane force winds, and waterfall like rain.
her other hand came up with the razor, and quickly and deliberately made varying shallow and deep cuts across those pale arms.
she knew they would all leave scars, her skin was thin, and every shallow slice would slkip away to leave a thin pink line, the only evidence upon her arm of her essential cutting.
along the roadside was a nearly dead flower, a rose in fact.
a wilted, half dead rose.
she took pity on the flower and picked it up with her bloody hand.
her other hand slid the razor back into its original pocket and gently handled the petals.
she stroked it with the touch that would let a bubble survive under her fingertip.
after only a single moment, the petals fell away from her hand and into the gusting wind.
everything left her, everything and everyone.
everything about the rose seemingly fell away to dust, the stems, leaves and petals.
she sighed.
nothing stayed when she was around.
by now, she was under her favored bridge, of course, it was the only bridge in a town like this, despite its size.
the town was all flat, and the towns water tower let her see everything in the city limits, it was the tallest building there.
under the bridge was another box, not her own.
she cautiously peeked around the edge, and saw an old hobo..a friend.
she had met him before.
"hey, millionaire millone." she greeted him warmly, a grim smile on her face and dark heavy eyes.
"hey, whats with the long face, white chick?"
he called her white chick, as she was white as the full moon, and he stated that himself the first time they met, under the same bridge.
she called him millionaire, under the pretense that he said that he was going to make a million dollars in only a few months.
"how is that million dollar deal coming along, millone??" kittie asked.
 Confictura · Thu Jan 08, 2009 @ 09:04pm · 3 Comments |
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