The Open Book

The Burning Girl

Here, a story I wrote a few months ago. Of the 3 people I let read this, 2 liked it well enough, the other loathed it. Will get to editing this soon. Comments would be swimmingly.

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You’re not quite sure how exactly it happened but one day Cee came into your life.

One moment you were sitting there watching a broken-down video of A Clockwork Orange and the next she’s splayed in front of you like a dead bird. Around her, glass shards and bits of your plant pots make a strange mosaic pattern on that carpet from Kashmir your mother gave you. She looked like she had all her bones broken the way she was laid out. Considerably, the girl had no wounds- but you were too surprised to notice this.

Torn between checking if she was alive and not touching her (godknows how many crime shows you’ve watched to be convinced that touching possibly-dead-bodies is a mortal sin), you take a good ten minutes staring at her before she starts moving and raises her head- a mess of red hair and bright green eyes.