Sweet Vibrations

Her tulips shook as she hurried.
Being anywhere on time was not in the cards.

Her mind wandered as her pace quickened.
Going to that once place distracted her.

Her last thought was lost once she heard the sound.
It was like thousands of church chimes ringing far away.

Her hair whipped around her face as she stopped suddenly.
The cold chilled her.

Her dark hazel eyes followed the shimmering flashes.
Suspended over her head she gazed at the sea of moving glass.

Her silver Cross pen slid out of her hand and bounced loudly across the marble floor.
As she stood motionless, unaware of her pen, she wondered how she got here - This life.

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Winter smooches,
The Tart
; *