<i>I bent over to pick up a small piece of ancient ceramic and ran back to the car.</i> <i>At home, incense sticks that slowly burned here and there comforted me. I stared through my window pane.</i> <i>No one was waiting for me. I breathed deep.</i> <i>My friend mused her worries over the cellphone; she knew I would listen to her.</i> <i>We laughed recalling our late trips to the library on fridays. Now all that seemed to be very far away.</i> <i>Time was running too fast.</i> <i>I told her how I had felt his gaze on me, then a shudder while turning my head away.</i> <i>She seemed to be more relieved than I was.</i> <i>A far-off clanking noise, likely a neighbour's work in progress.</i> <i>I woke up late into the morning.</i> <i>We learned that the old farm had burned to ashes. Peasants believed that the Elf Woman kept living in the area.</i> <i>We planned our getaway, aware that we would never make it.</i>
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Text by Pola