November 16th, 2004

tank girl


ReflectionShelley sat on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the side, heels kicking at the brickwork. If she leaned forward the wind howling up the front of building was deafening, it was deep and strangely musical, almost like a funeral dirge.

From her vantagepoint she could see straight up the street for blocks, Billy and Jesse were still visible in the distance. By the way the playful jostling had changed, Shelley guessed the game had deteriorated into calling each other names. It was name calling that had brought them together.

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15minuteficletsword #80: elegy
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