The steamer having docked into the harbor, the family has just moved into
the opposite duplex building.
She had finished pouring wax and sculpted the facial terrains. Her life-size
wax-works had found mention in International Art Magazines. Like H.G.Wells ‘s
Invisible Man, her life was a shadow, shrouded in mystery.
Humans fascinated Cheryl but she steered clear of them.
A newspaper lay with the headlines screaming the sudden disappearance of an eighteen year old girl, the fog of mystery claiming its 10th victim.
Cheryl stared out of the open window. A two year old child would be the 11th victim.
Thanks you Rochelle for the lovely prompt.
Word Count : 100