Why Not Leave it to Imagination (50 words)
She looked at me hanging upside down, her head rotating anti-clockwisely on the stick of a neck she had.
'Why aren't you trying to hurt me', my voice wavered.
She looked at me blankly, 'I'm not the one you should be afraid of'
'He is , she pointed behind me and. . . .
@ajremy (the teen with steam for steem)
Hmmm, nice on brother