Down the corridors, Danni clutched her sides and swayed, her body banging into the stone walls as she stumbled like a drunk. Little light made it into the tunnel and her head was spinning and unclear, as if a haze had blocked out all sense of clarity.
“Where is she,” she mumbled. “She said she would meet me at the other side.” Danni couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten into the tunnel. Large chunks of her memory still eluded her, her internal timeline in disarray.
Her vision was clearing at least, as the tunnel grew wider and the space opened up into an enclosed garden.
Everywhere she turned people danced and laughed and smiled. It was the jolliest party she’d ever seen. Yet something seemed out-of-place in the garden. And where was her sister?
Danni caught sight of a blond head of hair and familiar red blouse just ahead.
She called out to her twin, an overwhelming sense of relief coming over her, but when the girl turned around, it was a stranger that stood before her.
Copyright (c) bardicblogger / a thinker never sleeps / Teri Montague 2011
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