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Sunday, 10 June 2012

Question mark tattoo REMEMBERED.

...and so I sit down to write and I am taken back to the story I started last year.


...the sullen folk-tale of a girl and a mysterious secret that she stumbles upon. The small apartment in the city with the hidden door leading to a beautiful rooftop garden. a garden filled with blooms of all colours, and a rock and sand garden with a rake and the most intricate designs drawn by hand in the sand. Nothing matters now as she disappeared into the snow. no trace but for a gold mirror hanging in her cousins apartment in the desolate town in the middle of nowhere. Snow creeping around every corner and the bitter wind that forces its way into the souls of it's inhabitants.  A boy, with a tattoo on his wrist. He knows what happened. He knows where she might be. But it can only be approached with great caution, and within months, there will be no trace of any of them, he knows that.