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1991

It was in her eyes, and it was unmistakable. As much as I tried to turn away, I could not. They drew me in, and it scared me. Because at that moment, I knew. I kept looking over at the others, wondering if they had noticed, hoping, so that they could put a stop to it. They hadn't. There was no stopping it. Not then. Not now.

But I had to try.

"Sorry," I said, "you're too late."

"Or too soon," she replied.
 

4 comments:

SJ said...

I like this

The Muller said...

Would she recognize herself here? Would she concur with you? Intrigued.

Kelly said...

Leave them wanting more....

Just Me said...

Did it matter ultimately whether she was too late or too early?