Borrowed Time ⏱ Enoch O'Connor

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Walking slowly down the cobbled street, her delicate dress hovering just above her petite knees, she smiles at passersby, her pearly white teeth shining in the glistening sun. Her skin pale as porcelain, she mirrors the pretty dolls displayed in the small windows of the few stone houses on Cairnholm Island. Her new home.

Approaching the village edge, she slows and turns through the open field, soon walking towards the bubbling bog before her. Suddenly the unexpected happens. Her petite form slips slowly into the bog. Voluntarily.

Then her legs stop sinking and she is stood calmly in the bogs centre. Looking around to make sure she was alone she quickly hops through the strange slimy substance and glides graciously into the mouth of the small cairn.

Suitcase swinging with each step, she continues through the darkness towards the faint beams of sunlight that slip through the seemingly identical ends of the small cairn. She advances further, a strange sensation overcoming her and halting her for a brief moment until she, more warily, walks onwards and reaches the cairns end. Peering out and shielding her blue-grey eyes suddenly from the gorgeous summer sun, a notable contrast to the chilly summer breeze she had been in upon entering the dark cairn, she questioningly glances back, knowingly leaving those she loves behind her. This had been her Grandpa's last wish and as that thought looms overhead, she steps out of the eerie cairn towards her new life. One steady step at a time.