Sarah crept slowly up the old staircase, hands gripping the peeling banister as she reached the alcove. It was the only place that hadn't changed. The same books lined the dingy yellow wallpapered shelves that ran into a bright pink table and chair.
A moment passed before she took in a breath. She could still smell the familiar hint of pine cleaner through the musty air.
Stumbling over the chair, Sarah grabbed the banister to balance her weight as she shifted to sit. "Crap," she thought looking at the splinters in her fingers. Pressing her thumbnail to the soft flesh, Sarah pushed until she couldn't feel her fingertip. The ground floor was peaking from the corner of her eyes. How far away it looked from here.
4 comments:
AAAHHH YAAAAAY YOU'RE BAAAAACK!!!
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I like it!
What she said.
:-)
(btw, is there a way to comment on your monstergirls blog?)
I'm not Angie, but yes, there's a Guestbook on monstergirls blog. :)
Haha, I'll try to stay on this a little more. Even if once a week or something...
Yes there is, on the left column, click on Guestbook
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