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The inbetween

Penulis: Lena Smith
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She wasn't sure how long she was stuck in the in-between.

One minute she was hiding in the cellar, then it was

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Then nothing.

She was still in her house, but it wasn't the same. At first, she couldnt move. She lay where she was slain on the floor. She stared at the ceiling for what could have been years.

The passage of time is hardly noticeable when you're dead.

At first, people came and went through the house. She saw them when they came downstairs. They didn't come down there very often. She could hear them moving around the house, but then it was all quiet.

Silent.

If she were lucky, she could hear the wind blowing or the rainfall.

Eventually, she could move. She had to learn how to exist again. She wasn't alive, but she could hear and see. She could touch the rough wood on the staircase. Her steps were light. The third step from the top no longer squeaked when she stepped on it.

When she made it upstairs, she learned she couldn't cry. It was her house, but it wasn't.
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