Melted
snow dripped and trickled off of her light blonde eyebrow follicles. It slid in
tiny wet rivers down smooth, pinky cellular epidermis. Once it slid past her
cheek freckle, she reached up and wiped it away.
Her
stomach produced a quiet gurgling noise in response to her not having eaten
since 11:23am.
She
was a capsulated wreck of chaos.
Her
mind was light due to low blood sugar and worry. Richard was 6 minutes late; he
was never late. The furious winter storm outside the thick glass window pane
matched her internal state of rushing, raging adrenaline.
Her
stomach growled again, louder, matching its empty, acidic-hungry-feel.
She
crossed her arms over her complaining organ and filled her lungs with air to
sigh.
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