by Wanda Johansson » Thu Sep 13, 2018 4:32 pm
Wanda rubs her temple as the memories start to slip into the places that her mind had tried to patch over. They belong there, they certainly fit, but the experience is unpleasant to put it mildly. Impulsively she reaches for another cookie, not sure why but doing it all the same and popping it into her mouth. As the memories start to gain more focus, Wanda teeters between anger and sadness, tears held suspended in her eyes.