Yesterday we had a basic prompt.
The white shape moved closer to her. In the darkness, she couldn’t make it out. It almost looked like…
My take:
The white shape moved closer to her. In the darkness, she couldn’t make it out. It almost looked like her sister’s face, but that was crazy. Sarah was a thousand miles away in Chicago. And the odd thing was, she didn’t feel frightened; only a strange sense of wonder, a feeling of being outside and inside of herself at the same time as it floated toward her.
