Prompt: Desperate Times | Genre: Magical Realism | Word count: 1000 words
She looks back at me. Bites her lip. Her neck muscles are taut. She looks strung, almost poised to bound back at the first sign of danger.
We stand like this. Staring at each other. Waiting.
After a while, I see her relax. Just a little. You can make that out, the way her shoulders slump, the wrinkles of her eyes ease out. She leans forward, searching my eyes.
Looking for her.
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