She walked home at dawn across the bridge, slightly damp from the early morning dew and smelling slightly of his cheap cigarettes. She didn't wait to see what would happen when the rest of the bleary world woke up, Alice ran a skinny hand adorned with chipped black nail varnish and a tacky ring through her unwashed hair, how did
she know about it? She interrupted her carefully placed steps between the cracks to pause and look over the rusty railing, there was a hazy mist camouflaging the black river beneath her. She smiled and shut her eyes, and wished she could be anywhere but here.
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As always, such beautiful and touching writing.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoy it x
DeleteOh. I love this new game. I'll play after tonight's post.
ReplyDeleteI knew because those who have known love (true desire?) know what it is to suffer. We, the ones who live in our minds. There are very few, and I think that is good.
the most perfect definition of 'home'...a feeling rather than a specific place.
ReplyDeletealso,
thank you
I have always thought of the concept of home like that x
DeleteSometimes it is indeed best to leave things hazy.
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+To Me It Matters+
Wanting to be anywhere but here, that's something I live with every day. And still I know nothing will ever get better anywhere else.
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