The Jangle of the keys as the Ford falcon is put into ignition rattles the car. Sue adjusts the review merior to apply lipgloss and admire the view. Herself.
'im not dead yet' a fainted vailed voice demands
'Vanity my be my dear. is your worst fault' grams words echo bounces into the atmosphere as if an electric shock.A blast of light starles sue as she jolts into position
The review reflects into view blurred after a night out. Drunk disorderly as grams would put it.
Sue smudges her eyeliner into the corner of her eyes 'gosh I look like death.' Except it's not her voice it's an erie sing song followed by a crack in a cackle.
Sue scrummages for her crystals love and light. love and light the last almost a yell a plea .love and light.
But it's beyond late for this
And she is gone..
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I am the things
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one half imagination the other half in the real.
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