An Inspired Story

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The figure was walking toward me, the blurriness fading away as she steadily wove through the crowds lining the grey corridor.

First, her hair came into view; a solid sheet of dark brown hair, the last colour before black, so dark that it absorbed the light around the slim girl yet just light enough to be able to give off a warm glow, not real but a glow of friendliness and frailty.

Then, as soon as her shoulder-length sheets of dark-chocolate hair were in view, her figure could be seen; slim with narrow hips hidden beneath layers of too big clothing. Clothing that looked like it had been scavenged from the dumpster of clothes that good, charitable people donated to the homeless .

Coming ever closer, the girl's face was now completely on show, no fog or layer of dust could hide her hollow cheeks or the pallor of her heart-shaped face. Nothing could hide the grey eyes that burned with intelligence, hunger and hardship. Nothing could hide the way her plump lips were set in a determined line, the way they were pursed as if she were about to shout at someone or burst into tears.

The girl kept coming closer and closer and closer until she stepped around me as if I was nothing but a piece of furniture. I stood there shocked. I could have sworn she was going to stop in front of me and start up a conversation as if I was an interesting human being. Instead, all I can now hear is her purposeful steps echoing around in my ears as if she had complete and utter power over me.

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