Cerulean Spark (ceruleanspark)'s status on Friday, 14-Mar-14 07:31:48 UTC
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@prettypurpleprincesspublicprincesstimeline But then, an impulse…an awful impulse came over you, and for no other reason than that you are trapped by the freedom to do anything in this life, you took one of the crates, and put it in your trunk.
By the time the man came back from his phone call, you were done with your job. He gave you the money (it was nearly five hundred dollars today, the second highest it had ever been), and you drove home with the crate in your trunk.
When you got home, you took the crate into your trailer and left it in the kitchen. The crate did not make a ticking sound. It made no sound at all. Nothing made a sound except you, breathing in and breathing out.
You cooked dinner (you always cooked dinner), the red light on the tower blinked on and off in your peripheral vision, a message that was there and then wasn’t, and that you could never quite read.
