A woman finds herself in a dark room, and begins to uncover deeply buried memories.

Short story. Based on the poem 'confession' by janice windle. I orginally wrote this for an english essay.


5. White cocoon

She paced across the small room, and listened to the silence.


Her feet marched in a way the she had remembered doing before, as if her body was encouraging her to remember. The echo of music. It matched her step so she kept going.


Red appeared below her feet, and white cocooned around her legs. The smell of pollen twitched a smile and faces surrounded her. Everyone was smiling. She mirrored them and in front of her, He was there again.


The man from the beach, the coffee shop, the white room. Smiling smartly in a suit of black, and eyes locked onto her own.


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