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Debut Writer: “Bed Without Supper” by Solothefirst

August 30, 2013

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She stared at the closed door only inches from her face and could just make out the nick in the wood and the slight colour difference in the panels and although it was dark all around her, this close, she could just make out the scratches of the name beside it.  She huddled there, in the dark, the heavy wool of the coat behind her pressing down on her head and neck, hiding her from she knew not what but finding a comfort in the warmth and pressure nonetheless.  The coat hid her from the dark by hiding her in the dark.  She could feel cold air brushing against her toes and clasped them with her hands to warm them up, but her fingers were just as icy.  It was a tiny closet, the one in the hall.  They wouldn’t find her here.  They would have to be looking for…

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  1. Yay!! Great story, looking forward to its continuation!! 🙂 🙂

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