The dishes clatter and clank all around Jane as she tries to brush the cobwebs from her mind. Every thought is weighted down, something holding them in place, thick and sticky, like wading through rivers of molasses. The waitress asks her something, but Jane only waves her off, not entirely sure what the question was or even caring. Dead by midnight. The last image she could remember looking at revealed something to her, but her mind retreated from that knowledge. Something bigger than memory loss was going on around her, something she used to be a part of, and something she voluntarily pulled away from. Jane gets up quickly, setting her head on fire. She staggers in the aisle and slams into another waitress, the explosion of porcelain and glass. Jane finally steadies herself and walks out, ignoring the muffled yells and admonishments that cascade over her from some distant world, never looking back to consider what she now left in her wake.
As inspired by this photo by :iconscottjamesprebble:.
I hope it will suffice.
About Me
- Xsarthis
- I am the eclectic voice of no one. My words penetrate the void of existence; yet permeate through the soul of the non-believer. Find your voice, and you will find the world's soul.
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