Fic: One Day
Zeppelins soar overhead, their sides broadcasting advertisements for the world to see. The day is as bright as that far away when day she first came here. She hears the wheezing sound of a box-shaped object being tossed through the Vortex as she walks down the street. She keeps walking.
One red converse steps out of the box, and suddenly there are arms around her waist and a nose in her hair. An achingly familiar smell envelopes her, and she closes her eyes.
“Come back with me?”
She sighs.
“No.”
One red converse steps out of the box, and suddenly there are arms around her waist and a nose in her hair. An achingly familiar smell envelopes her, and she closes her eyes.
“Come back with me?”
She sighs.
“No.”