Title: Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
Claim: Surreal
Prompt: Table 3: Prompt 15: Forsaken
Ratings/Warnings: PG
Summary: The house was more a shade of dull gray, then it's once blue tones across the slated sides.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

The window was broken. The trees, leaves a dark, bloody red now, had overgrown, reaching over the house.

So gone, so forsaken, leave it alone, there's nothing there. So gone, so forsaken, leave it alone, there's nothing there.

The house was more a shade of dull gray, then it's once blue tones across the slated sides. It was dark inside, no light shone from with the decrepit building.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It was colder now, the mist wrapping her carefully in it's midst. If the sky had been clear, she'd have been able to see the moon and stars, glimmering like treasures never to be reached.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

She had turned back, returning to the warm safety of certainty, distancing herself from what she once knew.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Now, she relaxed herself under the warm spray and decided that a few days respite in someplace warm would do her some good.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

She had no business chasing old ghost towns, she'd tell Jaenelle just what she'd found. Chaillot was falling apart.

So forsaken it was.