by Shari » Mon Mar 27, 2017 3:11 pm
It too seems to be part of the mindscape proper. She touches it's roots and she's flooded with a rather complex memory. Friends, or at least close to it, brought together by a mutual need of food and shelter. An abandoned building, occupied, turned into something that might be called home. A moment of inattention, a drowsy morning, a wrong face. She tries to fix it but they saw. Yelling. Anger. Somebody pulls a knife. They're scared. She moves on...