it was already a dangerous alley, filled with rats and glass and who knew what else. beneath the white sky, between two black buildings, the alley and its floor offered the eye an array of dark gray mediums, relieving the contrast and grounding the picture plane. however, for the past week, someone had placed a simple, vibrant orange traffic cone in the entrance of the alley. simple, but effective, as those who had typically ventured into the narrow precipice stayed underwhelmingly away, noticing the cone with a simple 'oh' and turning to go a route that was convenient, and likely safer anyways, they muttered, shuffling away in the gray world without a second thought. at high noon, in the middle of the workday, there was probably no one in it.
it was not, however, empty. locks of hair splayed out behind her, a girl laid in the alley, where she'd been as long as the traffic cone had been there, chest rising slowly, eyelids fluttering. she was unable to move, unable to move all but her eyes- a sudden bout of full body paralysis? uncommon. but no one had passed, no one had come to help her in the few days that she lay there, but she was by no means alone. it seemed that she had made great friends with the natural residents of the alleyway- she saw them every day, all day, and even then they had stayed through the night. they kept her company, and though she hadn't been much of a conversationalist, the beetles and bugs had liked her so much they decided to live in her.
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