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Red Reflections

June 13, 2018

She was awoken by the soft clinking of metals. Red hues greeted her, painted across the walls and the ceiling of her room. It was pleasant sight, familiarity washing over her. When she finally came to her senses, she realised something. She wasn’t in her own room, but outside. Then she remembered.

The blue haired girl groped around for her glasses, reaching for them on the soft blue grass of the earth. It didn’t take long for her to find them, soon, they were safely back on the bridge of her nose. She looked around and saw, a little girl made out of metal staring at her with utmost curiosity, all the while sitting on a swing.


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