Pink shoes – Part One- press Play…

How long has she been walking; she’s lost track of time. She can feel the gravel crunch beneath her shoes, the pain of the blisters as they rub and bleed on her heels. Faded curtains blow slowly in the breeze in the house up ahead. The heat is stifling, the front door ajar. She enters, wipes the grimy sweat from her neck, breath ragged.

Music plays faintly from another part of the house. “Is anyone home?” – no response. Flies buzz in the corner over some left overs. All she needs is a glass of water and to use the phone. She takes another step … a floorboard creaks and she feels a creeping sensation in the pit of her stomach. …tbc

2 thoughts on “Pink shoes – Part One- press Play…

  1. Hi Abigail.

    That is great writing very atmospheric. You really have a talent and I hope you continue and succeed.

    Lots of love Line xxx

    Sent from my iPhone

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