Aug 5, 2015
gold & midnight
11:59. Anything can lose its charm. She’s twisted that gold ring around her finger so many times that if this were a different kind of story, the finger would have come clean off. The dark is a place where worries gather, so she tries to keep them at bay with the lamps, every light in the house turned on. When the phone rings she jumps so badly she nearly tears the ring from her finger. She listens to the ring, filling the empty house, afraid to answer because it would mean hearing her own voice.
The clock ticks over, 12:01.
