He wrapped the strand round and round his finger, focusing on her face. The piece of fabric from the missing girl’s sweater was his grounding object. He studied the photograph until he had memorized her features. Suddenly a chill ran up his spine. She was here. This field is where she died.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #72. Prompt words were “strand” & “field.” WC 52. Photo from Wikimedia.
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