One Word: Prelude & Prologue

It is the last day and the last chance that you have. Will you take that chance?


“Irises are such beautiful flowers; wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, yes I would.”

Prologue: Waiting

The sun streamed through the arched windows, creating a kaleidoscope of colours behind the glass vase. Her index finger drew circles on the table while she stared ahead, lost in thought. “What should I make today?” she asked, to no one in particular. Slowly, with great elegance and poise, she lifted herself out of her chair and paced around the room.

The sun was setting. She drew the curtains and returned to her seat, smiling. It was a terrifying smile, one that you would never expect to see coming from such a sweet face. Her brows furrowed, her lips stretched wide and drew flat against her teeth, her eyes closed shut. She regained her neutral expression with great difficulty, almost as if she was trying to cage a hidden beast. “My, my, it seems like it’s finally time…” She opened the curtains. It was day again.


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