Then she ran… ran like no one could catch her…
Her limbs gradually got numb
like a drop of ink steadily painting the water…
all she could sense was sweat dripping from her forehead…
it was chilled for some reason… she figured, she has turned into a block of ice…
and then laughed, “I am running aren’t I”
she ran faster… “Left leg after right, left leg after right”… flashbacks of instructions in school…
(She never liked those anyways)
“Oh the pleasing wind!”
Trees, houses, dogs and cows passed one after the other….
Few thoughts too…
And she wondered how strong she had gotten; the sweat wasn’t accompanied by exhaustion…
that cheered her up, but the smile didn't come easy…
As if stapled to something… or worse, frozen…
She let out a silly, unaware glance at her feet…
And a chill ran through… (an already present one)
A puddle of water, fused into filth… and some traces of her old existence…
She discovered the sweat, the chill, the running to be something completely different…
A bundle of randomness welded together… that what she recognized as “self” before,
melted into a pool of nothingness… one drop at a time….
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