arachnidsgrip
A sweep of time, a sweep of life. That was how quickly it seems to pass, as quickly as someone would sweep dust under a rug. She swept my life away, pushed it under the rug. it wasn't important, it wasn't significant. Just like dust on the floor, it didn't matter.
She sat in the only chair, staring at the man in front of her.
"What," He looked distressed; the one time he opens his mouth to her, and she looks homicidal, "It was only a suggestion..."
She glares at him, and finally, quietly answers him,
"Never..."
I slipped out of bed and grabbed my bad for the day. It was labeled 'Day 108'. I looked inside as I ran down the hallway; they only gave me certain things for each day. A bottle of water, a corn muffin, a baidaid, and...a harness. It was small enough for a small dog. Huh, I wonder what the challenge was going to be today.