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shelley_winters) wrote2006-04-16 07:37 pm
shelley_winters) wrote2006-04-16 07:37 pm
The Die is Cast
The straight posture and determined stride lasts a few steps down the corridor before Shelley stumbles gracelessly on the edge of her dress. If anyone follows her now, she can't pretend any more.
What if they do?
Grabbing at her skirts, she breaks into a blind run to get away from the room before she begins to cry. And open door and and empty sitting room are enough, and she goes in and shuts the door hard behind her before sitting down on the floor, like a puppet with suddenly-cut strings, sliding down against the wall.
She buries her face in her hands, feeling hot tears already.
It has to have been enough. Oh, the looks on their faces, the break in Nita's voice-
What if they do?
Grabbing at her skirts, she breaks into a blind run to get away from the room before she begins to cry. And open door and and empty sitting room are enough, and she goes in and shuts the door hard behind her before sitting down on the floor, like a puppet with suddenly-cut strings, sliding down against the wall.
She buries her face in her hands, feeling hot tears already.
It has to have been enough. Oh, the looks on their faces, the break in Nita's voice-