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slackerspice
Sep. 4th, 2011 07:45 pm (UTC)
69 - picture of heart in sand
goddoesntlimp


The stick scratched across the sand, lines and shapes forming like ink on paper.

Ellie sat on the bench, waiting for - Flynn? Mr. Flynn? Bill? - to come get her.

This was just so weird, so wrong. Dad and Aunt Kristie were... gone, and it was because of-

No, it wasn't. That Flynn was wrong somehow, dangerous like a stray animal. This one was more like, well, a grownup.

Like Batman, really. Except Batman never smiled or did much, really, except running around fighting crime and acting serious-

"Ellie?" Quiet, calm, human, and she feels safe. "Time to go."

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