A LITTLE INSANE
Sally snipped at every single stitch.
Jack had left her?
Snap snap snap.
Jack had left her.
Snap snap snap.
So she wasn't going to wait around until the next guy came along.
Snap snap snap.
Who the fuck was she kidding? There was no next guy.
Snap snap snap.
Jack was the only one.
Snap snap snap.
And no one was going to replace him.
Snap snap snap.
Sally's bits and pieces were unraveling, and she made no effort to stop. Her deft and swift little fingers undid each stitch that had held her perfect little china doll body together. Sally no more.
Snap snap snap.
The final stitch on the back of her neck, that was the last. She reached behind her, grasping for it with crumbling fingers.
She almost had it. She could feel it.
Pull a bit harder.
She had it between her fingers now.
Snap.
FIN