The bridge was no longer visible. The mist had closed over it. Sounds were deadened. She could only hear her breathing.
Oh! The voice had stopped talking at last!
Sighing in relief, Dolly kept walking.
She caught a flicker in the corner of her eye. A flicker of color. She glanced over, and it was gone.
Then it came again, only in front. It flickered, then grew until she was watching a movie projected onto the mist in front of her.
No, not a movie, it was her life story again. Only this time...she peered closer, this time it seemed to be focused on the negatives. There was nothing good in the images she was seeing. Only the greed, the anger, the hate. The movie of her life before had these things, but it also included the good, the love, the laughter.
With each step she took, the movie moved with her so that it was always before her. Mesmerized, she watched as she lied, cheated, hated. She winced at the image of her screaming at her beleagured husband.
Why was she paying attention to this? This wasnt helping at all!
Dolly looked down at her feet and watched one blue flip flop after the other as she plodded forward.
She could see flickers of colors, but she didnt watch the movie. Been there, done that, she thought.
Ranwell said to find it. Where? There is nothing here, but grey mist and a badly made movie!
By now, Dolly was soaking wet. She was really feeling sorry for herself by now. Cold, damp, being shown how horrible a person she was, doesnt anybody care? Doesnt anybody know what she's going thru?
"Hmm," The man in the black suit was beside her. "Beginning to see?"
"See what?" Dolly sniffled.
"No one cares. No one listens." He gestured to the grey mist. "There is no one left. Just you and me."
Again, that niggle of something at the back of her mind.
"Yeah!" She exclaimed. "Just where IS everybody?"
(Your turn!)
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