:star2: • Dust • :star2: (Short Story)

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Most people never liked when I showed up. Nor’ did they like me. I never had really accustomed to living here, but it was ‘Ok’. The tiny house; more like apartment. On top of the sheriffs station did me well. I never complained or showed a dislike to it. It kept a roof over my head so who was I to judge?

As I sat on the cotton bed, I ran my fingers along the scratchy like wood the kept it stable. I looked to the ceiling, lost in thought. I thought about how it hurt to watch my childhood be taken from me, only to just get laughed at. It would burn, it would sting, but I never did say a word. I let them laugh, I let them talk. Soon enough it faded their interest and left me alone.

My eyes winced as I pulled off my boots, I really needed to clean them. The bright hazel leather was going dull, with the mud and dust stuck to them didn’t really help. Tearing my mind from the last thoughts I set the boots at the end of the bed frame and listened to them drop. I was used to the sound, the light ‘Clunk’ they made as they hit the floor. I just let out a sigh and laid down, pulling my big grey hat over my face.

The moon was pretty bright that night, the gentle light from the window laying across my face. Not even my hat could keep out the moons blueish grey glow. I sat up rubbing my temple. How I hated just to move at the moment, my back and knees ached like I was stabbed there about twenty times.

I finally made my way over to the window, I reached up to close the curtains. I yanked at the lengthy baby blue sheet before I stoped. I glanced out the window in shock of seeing a dusty, but tall man standing at the jail house door.

I let out a low grumble and pulled up the sash of the window. I coughed and leaned out. “Hey! Mister- Its after hours what in gods name do ya’ need?” I shouted, pulling up my arm again to cough yet again.

The dusty man looked up, his eyes where a dark silver as the moon light reflected off of them. “Im up to no trouble miss! I apologize for making ya’ worry.” He said, tipping his top hat. Most likely a business man, here to sell ments.

“Well-“ I started “you best be on your way! There wont be anybody who wants to buy anything.” I said trying to escape the now conversation taking place. I need rest for tomorrow.

As I said that, the man suddenly pulled on a smirk. “Ah, well- better luck at the next town.” He said, then vanished. Thin air, poof, gone. I rubbed my eyes, perhaps I got dust in them? Or maybe the lack of sleep. I never really knew but I still keep my suspicions to myself. My room now almost always filled with dust particles dancing around in the light. It was only a month or so ago, every since I still wake up around the same time of night. The moon, shining in my face, begging me to break from my trance of sleep. But no matter how many times I checked, nobody was every there that I could see trim the window seal.

I lied awake thinking back to that fateful occurrence. Maybe it was a sign? Was I going bonkers? Whatever it was hopefully It would never happen again.

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Yeah uh this literally has no point- i was bored sooo yeahh- smH 🤦‍♀