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What she sees on the other side of the Dumpster is her body.
She's now a vengeful ghost inhabiting the body of a young lady who was, until then, a streetwalker.
Tonight, at the Mayor's Gala, she'll get the first clues as to why this all happened, and what her purpose in un-life is.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to fit all the Instant Rejection Reason into this. Very hard to do both first-person-plural and second-person at the same time.
I suppose I could have put the first bit in second-person then switched to first-person-plural for the part after "Gentle reader." Maybe if I'd done a second draft....
She's now a vengeful ghost inhabiting the body of a young lady who was, until then, a streetwalker.
Tonight, at the Mayor's Gala, she'll get the first clues as to why this all happened, and what her purpose in un-life is.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to fit all the Instant Rejection Reason into this. Very hard to do both first-person-plural and second-person at the same time.
I suppose I could have put the first bit in second-person then switched to first-person-plural for the part after "Gentle reader." Maybe if I'd done a second draft....
And how many deaths will it take 'til we know that too many people have died?
The words whispered out. Then: You opened your eyes, returning to consciousness. Taking in the dirty brick of the wall in front of you. Muddy water in oil-streaked pools, the smell of garbage. "My name is..." you muttered. A question crept into your voice: "My name is?" No answer.
You dug into your purse. A mirror. You needed a mirror. You found a compact. Opened it. Saw red-blonde hair, pixie cut. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Upturned nose. Pouty lips.
You didn't recognize the face.