Storm Watch 02.18 – Death’s Door

            Alice sat in her apartment; playing with the yarn that was sitting next to her rocking chair she twirled it around her finger.  The bright red string wrapped around her middle finger.  She had lost Dana even before she’d gotten her.  How had she managed that? 

            It was easy, she had waffled back and forth between friendship and romance, and then Lara had reappeared like a bad dream, at least Alice‘s bad dream.  It seemed that Dana had found what and who she was looking for, and it wasn’t in Alice.

            “*****!”  Alice yelled throwing the ball of yarn across the room and watching as it bounced into the open closet door.  She saw it jump right to the back of the closet, sure go hide in the closet, you scared ***** ball of yarn.

            She grunted and got up throwing the shawl off her slim shoulders and got on her knees at the closet door, making a face at the soft smell of packed and neglected things.  She reached in and looked for the yarn, grumbling and grunting about things getting lost and old age.  She felt a cool metal on her finger tips and she pulled at it, not remembering putting anything metal at the bottom of her closet.  She yanked harder, the metal was unyielding.

            Bop!  Something smacked her on the side of her head, and she threw herself back, rubbing her temple as she blinked, focusing on what had just hit her.  She was sitting on her *****, and watched as the rake sat on the floor, she grunted loudly.

            “That ***** RAKE!”  Alice raged standing up and ripping it from the closet, wondering how it had gotten there, she’d lost it when Rosita had brought it to the club and Shane had it at her place for a while. 

            Shane, Shane had put it there, that ***** *****, Alice thought to herself.  She picked up the rake the spawn of evil, and held it gingerly between her fingers.  Scared that it would jump out at her and once again attack her. 

            Alice walked ever so slowly to the door and opened it, setting the rake by the door and closed the door quickly before the thing had a chance to come back into the apartment on its own accord.  She rested against the door, sighing softly and pushing back her hair from her face.