[c] Strangers. PG

by quinn allman's hair. Thu 14 May 2009, 7:16 pm

Title. Strangers.
Author. Myself.
Rating. PG to be safe.
Pairing. None.
Summary. Hermitude becomes her. A body of bones that lives alone, never locking the door because she's always home.
But waking to flying curtains and something's wrong.
There's an intruder.
A stranger.

Drabble. 100 words.

Story.
“I don’t know you.” I whisper, hoarsely.
The room is reflected as I watch him through the mirror. A small, dim room smelling of smoke and cluttered with random junk acquired over years of drifting. The tv in the corner’s emitting a blue glow, highlighting the stranger.
His willowy figure is hidden under a dark coat. Messy black hair falls into shadowed eyes that are bordered by long eyelashes. A pointed stud pokes through his right eyebrow. Another through his left earlobe.
He shuffles over the floor towards the door but pauses to look back over his shoulder.
“You will.”