There was a big red chair, it felt far too big for me. It smelled of old leather, repaired one too many times. I could feel the crumbs hidden in the folds of the chair sitting in more times the necessary. My hands rested on my lap, folded so tight I was cutting off my own circulation. My clothes matched the color of the chair. Stained red from the night's endeavors.
"Pennie, how many times have I told you, you can't do that!" Mom chides, her voice stressed beyond belief. "You almost had me calling the cops."
Her face is wrinkled in all the right spots, her dark hair streaked with silver. She didn't look old. She also didn't look young. Mom had a timeless look about her, her affinity for long flowy skirts only adding to her ethereal appearance.
"I was cold," I state matter of factly. "I was moving to warm up like you had told me."
Mom shakes her head. She wasn't mad, more just worried. "Honey, it's not safe for you to take walks at night by yourself. You could get seriously hurt. You're lucky that you only scraped your knees."
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Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
