...
But there it was.
As plain for all to see.
It was a picture.
A picture of palm trees, exotic looking plants, brightly coloured animals that could only be indigenious to one place.
But what struck her more was the person in the picture.
The sender finally had a face.
Well, they'd always had a face really. Cynthia just hadn't believed it after accepting that it was probably life just having a joke. She scanned their face, found the familiarities that previously she'd only seen in photographs: a slight, raised, white scar beneath the right eye, closely cropped, grey hair, broad shoulders, a prosthetic foot?
Her father had never had a prosthetic foot. Ever.
In all the stories she'd been told.
Never.
Although this photo was fairly new...
She read the caption underneath.
TERMINATED.
...
Bile rose to her throat as she looked, once again, at the friendly, smiling face. Was it true?
One last glance beneath the picture revealed more text: help me
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Click.
Cynthia swallowed hard and slowly swivelled round.
YOU ARE READING
Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
