By Olivia Raymond
“No one will believe me, so why bother?”
She’d be punished if she went back home, that much was for certain. And, the young girl, now woman, couldn’t find it in her to care past the apathy that had settled and taken root in her heart. It wasn’t her home anymore.
Little Annie wandered around the edge of her town alone. The sun sank low, skimming the uneven ground of the ghost town. It had once been a beacon of hope, a fountain of youth and prosperity for the salt of the earth. Hard workers who labored with their hands in the early dawn, only to fill their stomachs with their hard earned cash turned into liquid gold come night fall.
That was no longer so.
Golden curls bobbed restlessly around a heart shaped face and pouty red lips. Her face was a shadow of it’s former self. Swollen in some places, eyes puffy and red… faded black-blue bruises lined it and trailed far below her dresses frilly collar. Bruises much the same color of her eyes. [Read more…] about The Traveler’s Eulogy: Part One
