wow, love this

#WriteCBC: Someone is near. A memory flutters softly through bone. Muffled sound vibrates above my shallow grave as raindrops seep into bloodied soil. He senses my presence; his hand smoothes the back of his neck and his pace quickens as he retraces his steps to the house.

#WriteCBC She retraced every bloodied step. Wooden floors creaked under her limp. Shadows merged, hiding secrets, masking truths. The stone lion, now encased in glass, with its’ impenetrable stare, dripping thick, dark, saliva. She pointed to the relic as her eyes shifted focus to the guard.

She smoothed down her dress, patted the blonde wig into shape, pouted her bright red lips at the mirror, then pulled open the heavy, wooden door. His smile faded, his expression travelled quickly from surprise to disappointment, the bunch of roses hung limp. Scowling, she moved aside. He hesitated.