That's All I Have to Say for Now: A Book of Snippets [Random Updates]

17. Today Isn't the Day

"Hello, Unwelcome One," she says. Her voice crackles, dry and harsh; each syllable scratches her throat.

She takes in the messy black hair, most of which had fallen out of the long braid at some point during the day. It just looks to her like a tangled net of abandoned spider webs.

The narrow eyes that stare back, a plain, ordinary brown, say nothing. There's nothing here. Move on.

In the distance, she hears the sound of running water. She looks down at her hands. Has she already washed them? The suds by the drain say yes.

She turns the faucet off and looks at her reflection once more. "Why did I think today was going to be any different?"