I started the scene with Holly yesterday but never finished it. I got distracted. Not by the deadly beauty taking a shower by the eerie glow of a glow stick in a grimy bathroom in some abandoned building, but by the guy watching her. The guy she couldn’t see despite feeling his gaze on her time and time again, even in the shower stall as she washed off a few days worth of her own personal funk. The guy she couldn’t see because he was not there.
Who is this guy? What is this guy? Why couldn’t she see him?
Who is this guy? What is this guy? Why couldn’t she see him?
1 comment:
Very interesting foray into the mind of a writer. I loved reading that.
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