Monday, May 21, 2012

Clip Death

It was morning then. 
Did your book tell you that? Yes, it was morning when things fell apart. 
Clip had just woken up. She couldn't tell the metal spring from the others.
That was the third time she was jammed between hoards of hair and a pale white wall. She did not like lime. It was white and dry. She did prick a couple of times when she was done that to. Only the position shifted to someplace higher on that head that both hair and the wall were ticklish. This felt horrible. She needed a break. She took it.