[MuseWrite] Travel
Jan. 18th, 2013 06:26 pmShe is in the air, feathers against her cheek and wind tangling her hair.
She is on a beach she doesn't recognize staring at the sky, and she is cold in her clothes.
The man who picked her up is humming. He'd told the police he was her boyfriend, and she is proud of herself for remembering.
There is a knife.
Her stomach is full and she grateful to be cold again, because it will keep her awake on the drive. Something yellow flits in through the open window and she pulls back into the road.
"We're going home, Q-Chan."
She is on a beach she doesn't recognize staring at the sky, and she is cold in her clothes.
The man who picked her up is humming. He'd told the police he was her boyfriend, and she is proud of herself for remembering.
There is a knife.
Her stomach is full and she grateful to be cold again, because it will keep her awake on the drive. Something yellow flits in through the open window and she pulls back into the road.
"We're going home, Q-Chan."
