She sat swaying in the twilight, her mind racing. Thoughts colliding, feelings telescoping violently into one another…shattering, vapourising – the emulsified fragments slowly embed themselves onto her soul. Like sequin.
She had been expecting the dark, but it was light that arrived. Rushing like a lover late to meet her beloved. The sequins shivered brightly. How things had been, were to be… began to appear like a photograph on white paper.
She had to be still. Even a movement as slight as breath would destroy the moment, she knew. She began to douse the sequins, and with each fading – the noise froze.