Transition Session 1- 100WC

Prompt: but where would we hide it all?…

As I stumbled through the busy streets of London, the cold wind hit my tie-up pink coat. I walked down an abandoned alleyway, I quickly scuttled out as I seemed oddly enclosed, I got on the train, it was silent apart from the rattling of the old carriage, an old lady with a green scarf round her head sat on the seat beside me, she seemed friendly, as I texted Alicia I shifted round to see the old lady had faded like a picture in the wash. I could feel myself shaking, she was gone! but she left her scarf…

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