A Passing Thought

It was a late, Sunday afternoon, bordering on dusk, when the people of Hill Ville began to notice The Girl. Small and slight in stature, pale, blonde, with thick, dark bags under her eyes. She walked the streets of Hill Ville that Sunday afternoon with a bounce in her step and a small smile plastered to her otherwise vacant face.
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This was one of my HSC major works
I'm quite proud of it
Low-key my child
Idk It's the first short story of this length that I've finished? So it's kind of dear to me.
Cool
Enjoy
(My overarching theme was 'Alone' with Surrealist and Absurdist influences)