Marna Timmons often lapsed into a fugue state. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, gone to a dark past where someone was hurting her. I often tried to snap her out of it, redirect her to the present, but she gave me a blank stare like I was invisible.
I finally gave up after many tries. I let go of my need to save Marna. She drifted off into the distance where she was held captive, stayed there for God knows how long, eyes glazed in a time machine, crying on the inside, numb on the out.
I finally gave up after many tries. I let go of my need to save Marna. She drifted off into the distance where she was held captive, stayed there for God knows how long, eyes glazed in a time machine, crying on the inside, numb on the out.
