She sounds determined, and as she tells me of her search for her…face, she’s working at my shirt, tearing and twisting and knotting the remains of the fabric until she’s made a rough pair of shoes. She holds them out to me, and I take them, slip them on. “Thank you.” The thin layers do offer some protection.
“I’ll come with you. Haven’t exactly seen them, though.” Felt, maybe, and then there’s a memory of a gaping mouth and sickening warmth swallowing me down. My stomach turns, and I double over, retching. Nothing comes up but sea water and bile. After a moment, I can stand and wipe my mouth and try to clear my burning throat.
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Date: 2011-03-13 10:44 pm (UTC)“I’ll come with you. Haven’t exactly seen them, though.” Felt, maybe, and then there’s a memory of a gaping mouth and sickening warmth swallowing me down. My stomach turns, and I double over, retching. Nothing comes up but sea water and bile. After a moment, I can stand and wipe my mouth and try to clear my burning throat.