It was dark and damp, the cellar was. She wondered how she ended up in this hole in the ground, tied to ancient radiator. Yes, there had been mistakes. A mistake was how she had ended up here after all. She could trace all the mistakes to one turning point in her life. One single moment. The moment she met her. The blonde woman. Oh yes, it would be so easy to say, “the blonde woman made me do it,” or “if she hadn’t dragged me out of the house, this wouldn’t have happened.” But she couldn’t blame the blonde woman. After all, she had chose to leave the house with the blonde woman knowing even on that first day she would probably die. But it had been an adventure.
Oh well, she thought. She had to deal with her choices. She had to understand why she wanted this blonde woman in her life. The sex was amazing, sure. The blonde woman was attractive and brilliant, yeah. But on the “con” side, she was stuck to an ancient radiator sitting on a dirt floor in a cellar. There wasn’t any goods or boxes in the cellar. She should have thought of it like a dungeon but she didn’t want to make it more real than it was. She didn’t want to think that the old man with the loose jaw and the yellow crooked teeth was right. He told her, “the blonde bitch isn’t coming.”
That couldn’t be right. She always came. She wouldn’t have just left her in a darken hole in the ground, would she? She meant more to her than just some lucky companion, didn’t she? Would she? Didn’t she? Where was the blonde woman? When was the blonde woman coming?
There was a single light. Just one light but it was flickering. She watched it flicker and she kept hoping.Would she come? Didn't she matter to the blonde woman? Would she? Didn't she? Was he?
That light kept flicker throughout the night and in the morning it was turned off.
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