30 April 2012
It was a Friday the first time it happened, she remembers thinking to herself on the way ro work that there was something in the air... A scent? A silence... Like just before it snows... Her day went as usual, "yes sir, no sir, coffee sir?" but in-between the demands and for a whole hour at lunch she had her book..
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In The Darkness..pt 2 • Opuss № I