In her dreams, the house floors were carpeted with all manner of elaborate floral hairclips, discarded carelessly upon loosening. How they had irked her before.
Now, she bitterly relished the sting of them underfoot as she floundered around her mind jail, desperate for another glimpse of her lost little culprit.
Saaiqa has always been interested in writing, and is finally having a go.
Wow..poignant. Well done
The word “culprit” really got to me–as it carries no overt sentimentality by itself, the emotion snuck through. Poignant indeed.