A DIWO STORY BY DIWO'IST COLLABORATORS.
Please take turns in adding text and/or images relating to the story
below...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>it begins>>>
Sarah steps out of the bath and pans the top half of her torso in the
mirror. Through the steam she can just make out the ghostly outline of
her reflection. Her finger inscribes an outline of herself onto the
mirror's surface. Condensation drips down and it looks as though she is
melting.
Memories come flooding back to a time when she was a young child,
walking in a fog in the streets of London. It was winter and she was on
her way home from school. Her feet trod on a thick yet slippery snow.
She could hardly make out where to go, it was early evening in November
and dark. The fog was getting thicker as each second passed by. People
wandered to and fro, bumping and slipping into each other, looking like
discordant lost souls. Vehicles slowly chugged along, releasing gaseous,
warm fumes out of their exhausts. Lights from the vehicles, buildings
and lampposts, shimmered, shrouded by the blanketing haze of freezing fog.
The child stopped walking in the midst of rush time chaos for a moment,
shivering
she then held her hand out as far as she could reach...
...her arm it disappeared. At first she was frightened as images of
decapitation immediatley plagued her active imagination. Then she looked
around - as other people began to appear out of the fog, they seemed to
be much more clearer now, whilst still being caught up in the hustle and
bustle.
Each step had to be measured or she would slip or fall over. Her legs
finally led her to a nearby bus stop and there were also many people
standing around and shivering holding their frames tight, breathing fog
out of their own mouths into the larger dense fog. A bus pulled up
along-side the curb, the crowd including Sarah boarded the large red
vehicle. Once seated, she made patterns in the condensation of the
window's surface. It dripped and shook to the quivering rhythm of the
bus. She could just make out her reflection, the outside world and
herself fused, they were one.
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