Oct 05, 2011 11:02
"Well, I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again, but that's not unusual, it's just that the moon was full, and you decided to call..."
Whether you knew the song from Joan Baez, or Judas Priest, the skinny chick in the wellness center was singing the hell out of it, pouring out much more bittersweet melancholy than you'd expect a nineteen year-old to know anything about.
The black and white dog at her feet was keeping a weather eye on the door, ready to bark and interrupt the song if needed.
The door is open, so she can be heard by passers-by, feel free to come in and tell her to hush.
kerai,
the ribbon