Wednesday, June 23, 2010

T25 Round 2 - Prelude (Riley)

I turn up the collar of my coat, hunching my shoulders to keep the rain from running down my neck. A drop makes its way in, sending a shiver through my whole body.

I can't shake the feeling of unseen eyes, even though I know it's just my imagination. Just the rhythm of the rain drowning out everything but the echo of my own footsteps.

It's nothing.

I look over my shoulder anyway.

A flash of red in the corner of my eye, but it's gone.

It's nothing.

Nothing but the fragrance of flowers and a fierce sting.

I'm fading.

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