E L Stacy
A Most Haunting Tune
I remember my first glimpse of Karolina. I was already a regular here at the abandoned dock, always feigning the need for a stroll to escape my doting husband. When Karolina had stumbled upon the dock, she'd struck me like the first bite of a pomegranate, bittersweet and explosive. In her rusty eyes, I’d recognized the same plight as mine.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At least this current outside world was, the newborn one she had been deposited in after the Split, after some men decided that others were just too...other.