Shook

Shook

Dust glinted in the sunlight that poured over green leaves and water stained wood. It smelled of old papers and mothballs. She sat very still, in the center of a threadbare rug, in the center of the abandoned room, in the center of universes. Her eyes were open, facing the far white wall. The ground shuddered beneth her, her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, it seemed as though the house, old as it was, would cave. She stood, a can of red spraypaint held up to the wall. "The price of sentiance: evolution is a choice."