livejournal 2006-03-22
Small writing exercise; one hundred words exactly.
“You know, sometimes I nearly forget, nearly, but not completely.”
She closes her eyes against the piercing light of the sun that shuts the world from existence. She can only see light, not dark, but too much light is blinding, and makes the rest of the world disappear between the dark blots which formed on her retina. This is exactly the same…
“So many bad things happen, I just forget.”
I smile back at her, jealous. She smiles child-like and looks back into the light. I can only look the other way and see the distinct outline of a shadow
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