Iridescence
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The girl rolled her eyes at his 'invisible friend' comment. That was never going to get old, was it?
When they reached that house, Cecile couldn't help but switch a glance between her new 'colleague' and the kicked-in door. "Shit." Her eyebrows bunched together slightly and her mouth fell open, words chocked by a non-existent hand that hung tightly around her neck.
Now entering, she slithered behind him. It was far too quiet and the atmosphere felt of build-up, unreleased tension. Stopping at the kitchen, her eyes scanned the cluttered, dirty floor. Either he was a grub or this was the efforts of someone who had intentionally torn through his draws and cupboards. By the look on his face, it was defiantly the latter. Cecile dug her hands into the pockets of her trouser pants and let out a light sigh. The heel of her boot sent a ripple through the floor as she stepped back, away from the newly created pile of old cereal. He kept his money under the sink? She was unsure of whether the idea was ingenious or just plain stupid. But in all honesty, she didn’t even care about how he hid his money or kept his house. It didn’t have any impact on the mission at hand. The more she looked at the mess, the more she felt the need to get out. There was no way she wanted to spend another second in this vandalised, abandoned building.
As he grabbed his apple, something caught her eye. Emerging from the wall was the growing wisps of grey smoke. Glowing embers leaps and twirled, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading into the mouth of a small open flame. “Oh gosh,” Cecile's eyes flared to life. Fire. Wait, no. This was more than just a fire. The smell of oil flooded through her noise. This was arson. She looked down for a second, seeing the wet substance subtly scattered under her feet, glimmering in the light of the sunset that propelled out of the window. Her eyes jumped up, following the shape of a trailing shadow that flashed across the wall before it melted seamlessly against a backdrop of darkness.
Time slowed. Cecile was a statue. Her eyes locked against his. “Run.”
When they reached that house, Cecile couldn't help but switch a glance between her new 'colleague' and the kicked-in door. "Shit." Her eyebrows bunched together slightly and her mouth fell open, words chocked by a non-existent hand that hung tightly around her neck.
Now entering, she slithered behind him. It was far too quiet and the atmosphere felt of build-up, unreleased tension. Stopping at the kitchen, her eyes scanned the cluttered, dirty floor. Either he was a grub or this was the efforts of someone who had intentionally torn through his draws and cupboards. By the look on his face, it was defiantly the latter. Cecile dug her hands into the pockets of her trouser pants and let out a light sigh. The heel of her boot sent a ripple through the floor as she stepped back, away from the newly created pile of old cereal. He kept his money under the sink? She was unsure of whether the idea was ingenious or just plain stupid. But in all honesty, she didn’t even care about how he hid his money or kept his house. It didn’t have any impact on the mission at hand. The more she looked at the mess, the more she felt the need to get out. There was no way she wanted to spend another second in this vandalised, abandoned building.
As he grabbed his apple, something caught her eye. Emerging from the wall was the growing wisps of grey smoke. Glowing embers leaps and twirled, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading into the mouth of a small open flame. “Oh gosh,” Cecile's eyes flared to life. Fire. Wait, no. This was more than just a fire. The smell of oil flooded through her noise. This was arson. She looked down for a second, seeing the wet substance subtly scattered under her feet, glimmering in the light of the sunset that propelled out of the window. Her eyes jumped up, following the shape of a trailing shadow that flashed across the wall before it melted seamlessly against a backdrop of darkness.
Time slowed. Cecile was a statue. Her eyes locked against his. “Run.”
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