Story a day: 8.17.16

The flowers in her hair smelled of death. Tendrils of decay crept along their edges, tinging the petals with brown.

The girl looked up and smiled, revealing the brown caked between her teeth. A gray pallor hung over her, dulling even her eyes.

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