There was no peace inside Lorena’s heart apart from the happy-go-lucky clouds floating in the sky. She observed them as they were her last resource of hope.
Lorena was there. Still. Only her eyes moved, following the clouds. It wasn’t as if only her eyes could move; the rest of her body was UNABLE to move.
Tied down tot he ground, legs and arms bent in violent angles, clothes torn apart by insane force, she lied still while the other gathered wood to start a fire. Lorena breathed heavily, as to absorb as least a bit of information from that cloud. She closed her eyes.
As the end, maybe she’d joined them. In smoke form.
Nov 30th, It’s your first time in the sea
Dec 12th, Barbara
Home is nice, but I don’t like what it does
