by Seiji Yamashita
Copyright 2011 Seiji Yamashita
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The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. It’s like it isn’t even there.
- Eugene O’Niel
The girl with the long red hair and long limbs was all alone. It was dark. There wasn’t a breath of air or the slightest sound to disturb the stillness and the emptiness that surrounded her.
“Hello again,” the girl said to no one. She knew this place. Had been here many times before. “Did you have a nice weekend?”
There was no reply. There never was.
“My weekend was -” and she stopped. Someone was here. Someone had disturbed the emptiness. She had heard...or had she?
Movement. Over there. No...no, a trick of the light.
“Gooooood morning State of Columbia!” The clock radio blared, “The time is now officially 8:00 AM on this fine Monday morning. That means it’s time to get going if you haven’t already.” Grace Guyyson rolled over and slammed her fist against the godforsaken piece of machinery.