Jessica
By Amanda Firefox
In the green mist that pours from the broken time cylinder, I see her face, realize what I have done. Reality hesitates, seems to freeze, and for one, painful moment, I see her smile sadly, the smallest, briefest curve, color condensing within dying eyes. In another instant, the apparition is gone and I am left alone, a broken man sagging in the darkness beside that broken machine. The wrench hangs heavy in my hand, dripping with the blame of the atrocity I have committed.
It was necessary I tell myself. It had to be done.
And still that smile haunts me, hangs wispy in my mind.
Jessica.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
By Amanda Firefox
In the green mist that pours from the broken time cylinder, I see her face, realize what I have done. Reality hesitates, seems to freeze, and for one, painful moment, I see her smile sadly, the smallest, briefest curve, color condensing within dying eyes. In another instant, the apparition is gone and I am left alone, a broken man sagging in the darkness beside that broken machine. The wrench hangs heavy in my hand, dripping with the blame of the atrocity I have committed.
It was necessary I tell myself. It had to be done.
And still that smile haunts me, hangs wispy in my mind.
Jessica.
- - -
Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
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