Jerica Floyd
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Seven Strangers
Marjory stood against a set of large steel doors; her hands were clasped daintily at her waist. She was in a corridor of sorts with two large, rusted steel doors in front of her, held closed by a chain. The two behind her were more polished and required a key card for entry. Her eyes were closed and though her body was in that damp corridor, her mind was sunbathing on a remote island. A gorgeous, shirtless native was just about to hand her a drink when a cacophony of voices and growls brought her back to reality. When her eyes opened there were six people close enough to her face to tell she’d skipped her last facial screaming and pleading for her to let them in. They were all angry, but one voice stood out among the rest. Probably because it was an 11-year-old girl hurling profanities at her like she was born to it.
By Jerica Floyd5 years ago in Fiction

