Late morning, Overcast, -2F/-19C
I’m Done Putting Out The Fires You Start
The day was almost half over, or Marrah suspected it was. It was hard to tell with the thick cloud cover in this strange place that she had stumbled into. It was like a twisted maze of stones and trees, and though she had been wandering for hours it felt like she had no idea where she was. Surprisingly she didn’t mind. It was not as if her life had much direction these days, why not spend her time wandering around aimlessly?
The only thing that spooked her was a rustling sound, one that sounded eerily alien, nothing like she had ever experienced. Creeping around the next corner, ears pressed backwards in concern, amber eyes flit around restlessly. Her body froze when they landed on a strangely shiny, silver, half crumpled object caught in one of the cedarwood trees. It floated in the trees, scraping against the branches listlessly, taunting her.
She felt sorry for it, and scared of it. But she felt like she couldn’t leave whatever it was alone here either. It reminded her of herself somehow, and not just because she could see her distorted reflection in its foil.
When The Cranberry Vodkas Hit A Little Too Hard