Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories

‘Solid’

The shadows peeled off, from the busy wallpaper and examined the strangers in front of them. They managed to group themselves in between the clusters of the ‘solids’. While humming and mumbling amongst themselves. Making sure to sound scratchy like an old radio playing or some from of street noise. They nod, admiring and pitying the ‘solids’ chattering about social topics. They take notes in the air, with a wave of their mind, leaving slight, sticky residue. And the only thing these shadows were frightened to find, were inconclusive answers and a change of wallpaper. Written By Alecia Writes 

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