A shiver danced along her spine, as she padded across the kitchen floor.
Was it from the cold tile against her bare feet, or from the man asleep on the sofa? Good question.
Four years has passed since the last time she saw him. A brief glimpse in the life of some, a life time for her. Two lifetimes to be exact. Two different women in two different towns. The only thing in common was that they both always looked over their shoulders and never left a forwarding address.
Regardless of all her precautions fate had stepped in and crossed their paths. Destiny be damned she
was not going to be that person again. If an empty shell could be described as anything but female.
Mindless of her actions she went through her morning ritual, for some it was coffee. For her, earl grey. She flipped open the tin with her thumbs and scooped out the dried leaves letting them fall into the pot.
Placing the tin on the counter, the morning sun against a shiny object just inside. She reached in and dug through the crispy mass, pulling out a small cylinder. It’s pointed end glinting in the morning sun.
The warm rays lost their luster as she grasped the bullet, Cradled in her hand. Digging down she unearthed five more siblings. A faint memory of one of her past lives pressed against her egging her to plant more ammunition just in case. But those days were gone.
She
didn’t want to live like that anymore. Arriving one day to the next hiding ammunition anywhere, everywhere.
She
wasn’t a killer anymore…unless she could remember where she hid the gun.
Don't know who either of them are. I have no idea where this is going but thought it would be fun to post it. Just a bit of rambling to get the right side of my brain fermenting.
