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By Lovecraft Date: 2008 Nov 27 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.27.22.04.3720]] |
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A girl and a boy in a car remain silent as they await their destination, which is near. Buildings blur by and become lost, as the distance grows wider. A gray sky looms ahead, meeting with a steep hill that slows the car until it nearly stops moving. Once they reach the top, the girl and boy seem relieved the climb ends. The boy turns his gaze upon the girl, whose hair is a vibrant red. Her face is flecked with freckles and her skin pale. She notices the boy’s stare and grows red; nervous. His hands sit like stones upon his lap, as he strains his ears to hear the soft whispering of the girl; her voice faint like that of a ghost’s. “This isn’t so bad” she says. Panic strikes and the boy loses his composure. He begins to sweat and tense up, his mouth dry and tasting of shit from bad mouthwash. Then he brings himself to speak- “Don’t say that, I still have time to mess this all up” he retorts with a crackling nerve racked, frightened voice. The girl giggles and says to him; “I meant the music, silly”. |