the woman stood with her arms out, a wide stance, whose unreaching smile gave away her frustration.

her lips moved in a silent diatribe, her arm thrust towards something unseen.

a tangled knot of angst pulsed inside julie as the memory burned with the injustice.

a tear made its way out of her eye with very little reluctance as her mothers voice washed

over her with a tender reverence unbefitting of the vision which was now fading.

the tiny light effused with purple hues danced its eerie pattern

and seemed to reach out, bending in an intelligent arc before falling back into the darkness.

the scent of apples sashayed her nostrils, a strong earthy aroma, bewitching and cloying.

the air was musty and dank as her breath rattled noisily, the voice fading into a distorted echo.

her eyes flickered.