Lost Words and Unfinished Thoughts

.....it seemed to follow its own carved path, cutting through the center of the tablecloth, ruining its clean, cloud white sheen as it ran off the table and pooled on the floor.

I looked up, a heat like no other making me uncomfortable as I sat atop the silky white cloud. I would've curled up against it and slept, but I was restless and the sun seemed to beam at me with malicious intent. I stood up, stretching and feeling that soothing pull, I straightened and stepped off the cloud. The wind screamed in my ear like a worried parent, before I spread my wings and slowed my decent into a relatively smooth landing on the grassy hills below. The park was serene and oddly quiet today, but I didn't mind it much.

The wind blew, causing the tree branches to sway and the leaves to rub against each other. I smiled as I reached for my shirt pocket, only to find that I had forgotten my cigarettes. The wind suddenly roared as clouds began to gray the sky, looking thick enough for rain. With a brilliant flash many miles away, a boisterous boom echoed over the hills. A few dainty drops fell, no bigger than pen point, but a sign of a storm nevertheless.

As the raindrops began to grow in size, I made my way to a local coffee shop with the intention of waiting out the storm. As I walked, I began to notice something wierd. The raindrops had begun to stain everything it touched and the air was permeated with the smell of iron. The crimson drops began to roll down my body, painting me the color of the crimson landscape. I tried to scream, but suddenly I was pulled with unbridled force, back to reality.

I stared at the bloody tablecloth and my eyes followed the dripping blood to the body of a young mare, bound with tape, hanging from the ceiling, her eyes wide, showing the fear she had felt in her final moments. Her head was still connected, but the murderer had slit her throat so deep that you could see her spine from the throat.

I suddenly felt cold as I backed up and grimly pointed my Kodak camera.

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