fiction, scifi, Writing

WIP Part 15 ~~hide~~


White and black, longer, longer, long, shorter, shorter, short.

She clung to…

Something warm. It was important. She had to remember. Her something warm.

A bolt of pain shot through her head, blinding white.


Line. It was a line. A highway line. Highway…

Bike. The bike thrummed. It was the bike.

Joy flashed through her. It was the bike. They were…

They. Her and her.

Her name. The shape of her world was her name.

Your name.

She needed to remember her name.

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