Cass Strange

The Woman Made of Shadows

I’m staring at the book. I know I am. I also know I have been staring at it, without blinking, for way too long. All the words and letters are becoming unrecognizable and blurry. I can’t help it. I am so shocked and afraid of this little black notebook and the secrets it holds. It should be harmless but instead my stomach lurches as I continue staring, attempting to process what i’m reading.