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Before we start,
you should know that you’re not the only one.
who can hurt me
.”

Excerpt from This Desert Life (Working Title)
by me

Laney’s past midnight life, some might say it had gotten away from her, or gotten the better of her, or one of those judgey, said with a wag of the finger and squinted eyes kind of sayings, all mixed up with the folly of youth and a heaping dose of “she should have known better.” How exactly was she to know better, Laney wondered, when there were no teachers, or hell, even parents anywhere to be seen. Her moral compass, like everything else, was formed from wind and sand, late night television, thrift store books stacks, and a wistful wide eyed stare into all things unknown.

She could blame him for the introduction, for the dangling silver key she wore tucked underneath everything, for entrance and admission, and for leading the way. She could play at being the innocent, at being the fair haired maiden lured down the big, bad rabbit hole, but Laney knew better than that. She had been looking for him for as long as she could remember. She had been looking for him since before she knew what she was looking for, at all. He might say he found her, fancied her, fixed her all up, but she was the one who’d been out there, under that midnight moon, looking.

Was she lost in it now? Did she even want to be found anymore?

2 Wicky :: Hooverphonic

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