Since life is not clothed in black or white,what is it clothed in? Veil? Behind the veil?
|CHAPTER ONE Elsa took a step, taking care not to step into the water puddles around her. Breathing in, she stops infront of a stone gate. "Good evening" a high pitched voice splits the cool evening, a grunt follows and the stone gate chug-jug's open. Elsa moves forward, with her heart doing a treble thump, channeling her best soprano voice "good ev..ening". A slight grunt greets her as the gate opens. She lowers her head, moving past a white veil and steps unto a dimly lit tunnel. Elsa looks around quickly as a bead of perspiration runs down her spine. Step-step she goes, her ragged breath filling the space. Should i go back? Maybe? NO! Gripping her purse she holds unto the passport, lifts her chin and walks on half eyes closed. Flashing colours and the deep voice of BANKY W had her opening her eyes. Banky w was singing 'i was made for you..... You were made for meee, baby can't you see- that i was made for you'. Elsa regrouped, taking in the setting as her brain ticked the boxes.|