Status: I haven't the slightest clue where I am going with this.
The Seventh Mark
This is where doing nothing gets you...
Adam knew the strangest woman in the world, rather, he knew of her.
Without knowing her name, they became friends as she would show up every evening with a new meal, book, piece of clothing or cereal box in hand. He would always fall asleep and wake to her missing and expected her to always show up the following evening. And she did.
Until she disappeared.
Her apartment had been cleaned out, she had left no phone number, no way of contact and not even a piece of evidence signifying she had been there. Months passed until he received a home-made birthday card in the mail. She sent nothing else, just a birthday card for every year she was missing, always on his birthday.
On the fifth year, with the cards in hand and suitcase packed, Adam decided he needed to find her. Not knowing her origins, phone number, location or even name wouldn't stop him.
Adam knew the strangest woman in the world, rather, he knew of her.
Without knowing her name, they became friends as she would show up every evening with a new meal, book, piece of clothing or cereal box in hand. He would always fall asleep and wake to her missing and expected her to always show up the following evening. And she did.
Until she disappeared.
Her apartment had been cleaned out, she had left no phone number, no way of contact and not even a piece of evidence signifying she had been there. Months passed until he received a home-made birthday card in the mail. She sent nothing else, just a birthday card for every year she was missing, always on his birthday.
On the fifth year, with the cards in hand and suitcase packed, Adam decided he needed to find her. Not knowing her origins, phone number, location or even name wouldn't stop him.
...it gets you no where.