The things in the mist

She could feel the dampness of her mothers eyes against her coat, and some of the stupor began to fade away. She felt herself start to shake, confusion and fear seeping through the cracks. Something terrible had happened, why else would her mother be crying? But the more she tried to grasp the situation, the more aware she became of the blank spaces in her thoughts. She didn’t know where she was, she couldn’t remember her mothers name.

Her breathing hitched, and she curled herself into a little ball in her mothers arms. Knowing that in her uncertainty and fear, Widow was the only thing that made sense. Her mothers voice was soothing and familiar. She created a safe space for Triss, and in light of that she began to cry. Digging her paws in her mothers coat as she bawled her eyes out. “Mumma… Mumma, I can’t remember anything, Mumma” She wailed. The drugs that her captor had used on her were stacked in the corner of the small hut.


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