I sat down on the floor, watching her until she fell asleep. I smiled faintly, lying down with my back to the crackling fire, falling asleep.
It was a bright morning, the sun shined in my eyes. I squinted to see Niamh hovering over me. She smiled, with that same tooth gap. The pantyhose around her head was gone, patched with a bandage. Niamh turned around, talking to someone else.
"How long until the wound heals?" She asked.
"Around a month or so." The feminine voice answered.
I grunted a bit, turning over. My vision was blurred.
"Who is that Niamh," I croaked.
"Nobody you should be worried about." She returned, talking firmly.
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Eversight
Short StoryA young woman in the Victorian Era, escapes her abusive husband, to rush away with a mysterious woman, running into many troubles, heartbreaks, and more..
