https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfiSaBxGB9E
He’d been hearing a little girl singing ever since the dust up at that weird station with the rabbits.
He’d had body detail, placing the dead into cryo for transport.
Naturally one would get blood on their hands during this necessary but grim work.
But it had been months, and his hands itched where the blod had touched his skin.
He also could still see the blood no matter how often he washed his hands.
He had gone to medical but the doc had laughed him off with comments about his masculinity.
His head snapped around to look at the source of the movement his eyes said was over “there”.
He saw a figure he knew couldn’t possibly be there playing with a doll.
Their eyes met briefly, she stood up and skipped away as he loudly protested her presence.
Atmospheric, Darks! Glad to see you writing!
Excellent!
It’s been a while since you posted anything for us to read, and that was quite enjoyable! Thanks!
No, not the rabbits!