Place my feet in his footprints; whole body fitting within the dusky shield of his shadow like my limp, wimpering heart would fit in the palm of his hand. Walk his line, and, when he talks, whisper back nothing but his own words—Hello? Is someone there—once upon a time, there was a girl.
About the Creator
Lauren Everdell
Writer. Chronic sickie. Part-time gorgon. Probably thinking about cyborgs right now.
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