Random words: Transportation, intention, penalty, cookie
(Sorry in advance. I reread this and I am giggling oh it's writing alright)*
With a face that could scare a child afraid of Pennywise, she looked down at the table, mimicking sadness. "The cookies... they're...they're all gone."
Behind her was Sophi, trembling, doubting an existing future.
Sophi, with her mouth opened, struggling to sound out words, gulped and said "I...I didn't mean to leave em there. Mm-y, my head was hurting and I had to g-"
"So you left them on purpose?"
"Nnn-o, please don't say anything... please. I'll be transported somewhere else."
"Do you remember the rules? A baker who caters-"
"Saves the waiter"
"A waiter who lets the sweets scurry, must-"
"Leave in a hurr- OH please oh please save me! I'll.... I'll even-"
SLAM. Sophi could not move. She could not cry; the feeling, was just inside. Burning, like the fire she was tossed aside.
Embodiment Piece: I am a Wallet
I am a wallet. Durable yet exhasted. I travel ocasionally (not really). Being shoved in a backpack, pocket or purse matters. In fact, it hurts! Why do I have to be thrown around, enclosed and sweating. Don't get me started on all the Washingtons i've met. There're all wrinkly and won't stop talking about being all around the world. First its being in a farmers market to then being in a grandma's bank account until her grandson decides to have a birthday party. Pretty specific but hey, that's what I was told. A 100$ told me something similar but something tells me it was lying... a newly printed dollar with the most recent year talking about transactions done before it was alive. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, younger generations.