The story from the Jonnie Bayfield workshop.
Segregated
The two girls sat segregated within the glass box, suspended 50 feet above ground. The two single chains creek helplessly as the two girls sit in silence. Molly, the brash brat leans against the smaller glass panel, making the box sway in time with her heart beat. Roxi, the diffident doubter, rocks back and fourth, the fear beginning to hit her.
“C-can you stop moving?” Roxi stammered
“Oh well, if you don’t like it…” Molly smirks, leaning forward and throwing the mass of her body against the panel. In slow motion, the glass began to spiderweb. The illusion of a broken phone screen happening in front of them.
“T-the glass…” Roxi stared at the panel behind Molly’s head.
The single flick of Molly’s hair explodes the glass, making it fall like a flurry of tiny diamonds, the sound echoing through the box.
“What the fuck?!” Molly crawled over to Roxi.
The box wavers.
“Now look what you’ve done! I told you to stop!” Roxi clutched her chest, the panic rising in her lungs.
Molly rolled her eyes at this and slips, cutting her hand on a fragment of the broken diamond. Roxy leaned forward and grabbed Molly’s hand, not realising that her fingers were now covered in blood. At the sight of the red liquid on her hand, Roxi gasped and Molly flinched backwards.
The sound of creaking is heard over the deafening silence that filled the open box. The two girls clocked eyes as the silver chain released the weight of the glass chamber, lurching them both forward.
Molly screamed, closing her eyes as she waits for the impact of the concrete below her, but it didn’t come. She opened one eye and saw Roxi gripping her ankle in a bony fist. They shared a look of disbelief as Molly slowly pulled herself up back to Roxi. Molly held up her hand for Roxi to grab, however the look of dark of mystery fell over Roxi’s face.
“Survival of the fittest,” She whispered with a shrug, releasing the ankle from her vice-like grip, thus dropping Molly into the shards of diamonds on the floor below.
The two girls sat segregated within the glass box, suspended 50 feet above ground. The two single chains creek helplessly as the two girls sit in silence. Molly, the brash brat leans against the smaller glass panel, making the box sway in time with her heart beat. Roxi, the diffident doubter, rocks back and fourth, the fear beginning to hit her.
“C-can you stop moving?” Roxi stammered
“Oh well, if you don’t like it…” Molly smirks, leaning forward and throwing the mass of her body against the panel. In slow motion, the glass began to spiderweb. The illusion of a broken phone screen happening in front of them.
“T-the glass…” Roxi stared at the panel behind Molly’s head.
The single flick of Molly’s hair explodes the glass, making it fall like a flurry of tiny diamonds, the sound echoing through the box.
“What the fuck?!” Molly crawled over to Roxi.
The box wavers.
“Now look what you’ve done! I told you to stop!” Roxi clutched her chest, the panic rising in her lungs.
Molly rolled her eyes at this and slips, cutting her hand on a fragment of the broken diamond. Roxy leaned forward and grabbed Molly’s hand, not realising that her fingers were now covered in blood. At the sight of the red liquid on her hand, Roxi gasped and Molly flinched backwards.
The sound of creaking is heard over the deafening silence that filled the open box. The two girls clocked eyes as the silver chain released the weight of the glass chamber, lurching them both forward.
Molly screamed, closing her eyes as she waits for the impact of the concrete below her, but it didn’t come. She opened one eye and saw Roxi gripping her ankle in a bony fist. They shared a look of disbelief as Molly slowly pulled herself up back to Roxi. Molly held up her hand for Roxi to grab, however the look of dark of mystery fell over Roxi’s face.
“Survival of the fittest,” She whispered with a shrug, releasing the ankle from her vice-like grip, thus dropping Molly into the shards of diamonds on the floor below.
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