The wind chilling.
Her surface ice cold.
It ran over her.
The puffs on her scalp deflated.
Ray's of sunshine slipped through the canopies of the olive green leaves.
The sun was setting.
Wrapping her glistening glittering arms around her waist, while she thought of the lie she would have to burden.
Spider silk split the light into prisms of colours as the sun touched.
Scent of fresh grass and land with low humidity circled the air.
She huffed.
What would they say?
A sigh.
No shoes.
Bare.
She stared at her feet.
As she wondered in her own mind.
Clear.
Seethrough.
Transparent.
Brown like Copper.
Hint of gold, embedded in the melanin.
Should she just say it?
The truth?
Clear?
No excuses, no cutting corners?
What would be in store at the end?
Lake felt it, she could almost grasp.
Looking up.
Steam that swirling in a cloud of smell.
To anyone it would like smoke from a campsite.
But no it wasn't.
It was the fumes of a home cooked meal.
Tyme.
Curry goat.
Seasoning.
The starch of the rice.
Thick like gravy it, it glossed her nostrils.
It was her favourite.
It piled on more.
More gulit.
Home was close.
A Decision had to be made.
It clouded her mind.
Seasonings of thoughts, peppered the flavour of guilt.
There she stood.
The front door.
Large and black.
It towered.
Like a iron wall.
Two bodies cowering over her.
The bodies of her parents.
A dearing look of love.
That contauts into disappointment.
Eyes growing with fear.
She pushed her self in, slamming her door from the weight.
Not wanting to hear the thoughts.
Laying on the front door entrance in a frenzy.
Her parents Niya and Mild came rushing with worry in their eyes.
"Lay you OK?"
"what happened?"
What happened?
What really happened?
Happened.
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Glass to da Glass
Science FictionA story that I thought of today during quantine and was bored, I might delete. I'n a world that is made of glass, try not to crack and you survive but what happens if you wonder off from that world.... Read more and see what happens..... Heattank
