character.

I met her in gym class the first day of junior high.

She must have been a hold over from classes past

With her raspy voice and squinty drawn eyes

Baby Soft and old cigarette butts, soured.

Scary was the only word I could use to explain her.

She came out the wrong end of a VC Andrews novel,

Unredeemed.

Years later, after we all but her had moved on

Our paths crossed exponentially, confirming my suspicions

There was a crevice in the center of town

It could suck you in or spit you out.

using the write alm prompt from yesterday:

between words

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