I looked for a week, trying to find The Cape page, and here it was right under my nose
here is my first Cape fic, a one shot
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She tossed and turned, sweaty, her breathing sharp
Her mind kept flashing back to that, that, evil, the lurked in his eyes
She ran through that moment over and over, imagining how it could have gone different, if she had kept her cool, and stared right back at him, but she hadn't, over and over again she told herself it was done, and she couldn't change it but still, she desperately tried to cling on to a thread of hope that going to the circus with Rollo would not come back to haunt her
Why had she gone?
Why, why, why?
Other questions that usually kept her from sleeping started to clamor in her mind
Did Vince have any idea?
Did anyone have any idea?
Did her father know?
She sat up, her eyes already used to the dark, and crossed over to her camera
She might not be able to sleep, but she could always work
She was Orwell after all, and Orwell was always watching