The Glass

Feb 17, 2007 17:38


She stops, mortified, her eyes gaping at the expanse directly beneath her. Nothing but air separates her from the prison of glass below, walled-in on all sides but the very top. She clings feverishly at the metallic sides of the dark tunnel that encloses her, afraid of the unknown only a short distance beneath.

She does not remember anything ( Read more... )

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walkabout_jess February 20 2007, 21:19:09 UTC
wow, I had to read that one twice. Very clever.

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