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Post by geneva on Oct 2, 2003 0:34:47 GMT -5
If only she had some sort of clue to ease the burden of the dreadful decision. Everything so far rests upon her action now, to the left or the right? Unfortunately she knows not which is which, and by picking she can prove or disprove the entire world.
Trembling she slowly closes her eyes and steps forward.
Gasping she sees her very hands peel away like tangerines, Her memories spin out of existence, The sky grows dark.
An entire conversation she had over tea with her mother three years ago is repeating over and over in her mind.
A suction like a sponge to water pulls the colors from her and she sees herself drift apart into tiny separate atoms, until nothing remains but a Cheshire cat smile, and even that winks out.
She is gone
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Post by Archagon on Oct 2, 2003 0:51:31 GMT -5
Ooh. I like the reference to the cheshire smile
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